Still the Same
A poem to express the emotions & affects of domestic abuse
tears falling
mixed with rage
how did I get here?
still the same
trapped; no escape
tortuous cage
free as a bird
wings clipped away
venomous words
I cannot breathe
only death is the answer
but I cannot leave
loving temper
hatred alive
crazy tendencies
calming facade
needing love
wanting no one
alone I waste
alone inside
craving help
none is found
my heart is broken
no one's allowed
eyes glazed
skin chilled
too loud
pain filled
too much time
not enough
greasy hair
skin rough
heart's racing
no one to call
voices BIG
feeling small
scared to move
scared to cry
scared to speak
scared to fight
witness to all
must not react
cannot exist
safety intact
blind to fault
deaf to reason
tasting metal
every season
want to leave
cannot pack
good times
loving attacks
numb to touch
horrendous pain
must move on
tomorrow's new day
time goes by
things are fine
forget my words
better with time
scars present
everlasting
recurring tears
smile-mastering
tears falling
mixed with rage
how did I get here?
still the same....
About the Creator
Katie Foster
Born and raised in Texas. A busy, busy mother of 5, a registered nurse, married to my best friend, and in school to become a Family Nurse Practitioner! I am passionate about MANY things including writing, painting, photography, & crafting!
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