She saw herself
again as a child
the same tears
of that day
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Residing within her
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Ouch. That stung! Superbly crafted.
Thanks so much Chris ☺️
This is so heart wrenching, Christine! Deep and sensitive. ❤️
Thank you so much my dear Punam 🥰
My pleasure dear. 🙂
This hits right to the heart. A very serious issue, addressed delicately.
Thanks for being a part of the challenge.
Sure thing Sadje 🙂 Thanks so much 💕
Oh dear Christine…this speaks of the heartbreaking truth about victims of abuse and violence. And you spoke so clearly of the saddest of all sad; victims perpetrators are the suppose to be the ones who will protect them; victims live along with the devil..
Thanks Mitch. Sadly they do live with the devil don’t they? I just wanted to throw light on the darkness that can stay with a person for a lifetime. I hope it helped in some small way 😢❤️
Awareness like this helps a lot Christine…😊
Thank you Mich 🥰
Thanks so much 🙂💕
Sensitively and expertly done, Christine.
Thank you! I should have written a disclaimer though. I was not the victim thankfully.
It’s a blessing you weren’t. You have good empathy to be able to write it.
Thank you Lisa. I do always try.
This is so deep and raw Christine
Thanks Jude. I appreciate it ☺️