Saturday, 21 May 2016

The Unseen War (May 21, 2016)

For many years
The word
Existed as
A swear word
To me.

Any second
Another fist
Or kick
Will land.

As I struggle
With my toxic experiences
Of domestic and schoolyard

Praying for
The welcoming embrace
Of Death
And the darkness
She brings.

Knowing not
These criminal attacks
Upon my body and soul
Aren't my responsibility.

The blame
Upon myself.

Letting my tears
Eat away
At my soul.
Like falling drops
Of concentrated acid
On cloth.

My self-esteem
And self-confidence
Were reported.

As vague rumours
To have existed
At all.

Even now
I have to
Remind myself

I'm stronger
And better
Than those
Who hurt me.

For too many years
Of my life.

Therisa © 2016

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