Chronicles of a Battered Woman

There is an unexplained melody with the way he raises his voice

His screams, resounding thunder,
Profanity and Deafening Noise.

There is a certain warmth with the way he lays his hands

On my cheeks, On my body
Or wherever he can land his palms.

There is a poetic harmony between my aches and tears.

How after He’ll stay and comfort me
A pattern we’ve had for years.

There is an irrefutable fear in me of losing what I have

So I chose to numb the pain
I keep telling myself it’s Love

But when I found myself half-breathing  and bloodied on the floor

With Broken Bones and Bruises I found Clarity
I won’t allow this anymore.

P.S.

This  one goes out to all the victims of abuse. 

Do not wait until it’s too late for you to get out of an abusive relationship.

I have never been in an abusive relationship, but I have heard the horror of it

and these words came in my head.

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