heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Resilience's Triumph: A Survivor's Anthem. Content Warning.
*Note:This poem contains graphic content and depicts domestic abuse. Readers's discretion advised.* In shadows cast by cruel night's embrace, I dwell in depths of a hidden disgrace. Within these walls, my spirit's breath withheld, I bear the weight of a story untold. His hands, once tender, now wield pain and fear, Leaving marks unseen, but my soul can't clear. Like brittle petals crushed by raging storm, My innocence shattered, a heart forlorn. Each word a weapon, cutting through my core, He twists my truth, my spirit to ignore. My tears, like raindrops, fall on barren ground, Lost in a silence where hope can't be found. Whispered promises of love turned to lies, His rage a tempest, thunder in disguise. I cower in corners, my spirit confined, Longing for freedom, a lifeline to find. But deep within, a spark of strength remains, A flicker of hope that endures the pains. I gather fragments of courage anew, Resolving to break free, to start anew. For I am more than a victim's disguise, A phoenix rising, with fire in my eyes. With every scar, I'll forge a path of light, Reclaiming my voice, reclaiming my right. No longer defined by the chains that bind, I'll find solace in the love I will find. For in my heart, resilience takes its flight, A survivor's anthem, reclaiming my life.
By Reena Gowda3 years ago in Poets
Defy
I let you walk all over me but these wounds are superficial. With hostility to match your ego, I name you artificial. Don’t be so shocked when I nail you to the cross, babe. This ugly obsession is a mystery that will not fade. These angel wings will not fly me to safety. Your Mercury cures live only to plague me. These medications don’t heal your arrogance. With your abundance of bitterness, there’s so much I can’t rival against. Let me take you down a notch or two, honey. Come back down to earth and see what I see. Let me crawl all over your crooked stones and rocks, dear. I’ll meet you where our future disconnects and the end is near. Hold back your tears as the nails penetrate your wrists, my love. I want your fear as you face your agony from above. Why did we sign up for this wretched insanity? I can’t imagine a more hollow existence than the one we are living. All the hurt you caused was all the pain I took. All the hysteria you created matched the faults I overlooked. Beware the curse of the cross and the nails that bear your name. There’s a spot on the very bed where we were one and the same. I learned that there is no universe for us anymore. I wanted to break free but you just wanted it more. I come in close enough for the nails to kill. I wanted you all to myself but now I’ve had my fill. My love, my dear, my husband, my hate. There is no us anymore, there is only cruel fate.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
