Hurt…

I am in constant

pain

A pain deep and

haunting that

never leaves me

 

There are many

forms of abuse

Not all leaving

bruises and scars

 

A word…

An action…

A look…

Being ignored…

Each intentional

and with purpose

All are forms

of abuse

 

Mental torture…

Emotional pain…

Are sometimes

so much worse

than a beating

can ever be

 

Because…

They are hidden

and no one

knows but me

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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Looking Down…

Why should I

be there…

on the ground

below the vast sky

looking up…

searching…

for your face…

your eyes and

how they bear

down on me

underfoot …

making me feel

lower than

a stray dog…

the one down

the lane who

daily grovels for

any scrap…

not just food

But…

kindness…

compassion…

And…

dare I say it…

LOVE…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Burying the Pain – Day 30 of April PAD

Burying the Pain

No one knows…

My secret locked

away so tight I

even forget it

for years on end

Until…

something…

someone…

brings back that time…

those times…

the horror…

the memories…

all with the

blink of any eye

a look…

a word…

a gesture…

something…

anything…

I never know what

may trigger it

 

And…

 

The PAIN…

The shame…

The time…

The times…

come creeping up

from dark corners

up from the dark

depths of my soul

until my eyes…

my heart…

my brain…

my body…

are flooded again

with the humiliation…

the PAIN…

the abuse…

the abuses…

 

Yes…

 

More than one

using more than

one way to

hurt me…

destroy me…

flood me once

again with

never-ending

PAIN…

Copyright © 2015  Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Today’s prompt was to take the phrase “Bury the ………..” and fill in the blank to create a poem title and a poem …

 

Who…

Source: We Heart It

the flash backs came

from out of the blue

 

And…

 

Brought him 

to his knees

 

What was happening?

 

Afraid to sleep

the nightmares 

were unbearable

 

Coming from deep 

inside…

hidden…

repressed for years…

 

Who was his

Abuser?

 

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

*STOP THE ABUSE

Losing Control

I was a smart ass teenager

Not the easiest of kids to raise

Always thought I

was right about everything.

One Saturday, I popped

off one too many times…

And…

My Dad lost all control

The one and only time he

Didn’t just whip me…

He slapped me…

He beat me…

He kicked me…

Down on the floor

Curled in the fetal position

protecting my face and head

I was in shock by his actions

Mom stopped him

before he could do

lasting damage…

but damage was done

He finally broke me…

Killed my spirit forever.

From that moment…

He was dead to me…

Dead for years and years

Forgiveness was a long time

in the making

Reconciliation finally came

years later…

But that Saturday…

I lost my Dad

When I needed him Most

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

The Note

Image: We Heart It

Her life was

Hell on Earth

Terrified at every turn

Everyone tried their

best to help

But…

He held a tight

abusive rein

Not able to live

this way any longer

A time came…

He was away…

With the help

of friends

When he returned

all he found

was…

The Note

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

 

Today’s Quote:

Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.   ~Carol Burnett~