I thought it didn’t hurt to love

The bruises on my ego far outweigh

The bruises on my heart

I thought you loved me

You told me time and time again

With each crashing blow

That tore against my skin

What used to be the sweet sound

Of love in my heart has turned into

A bitter taste of sorrow, for tomorrow

That forever cascades down my

Ever-growing need for desire of

Comfort like soft blankets covering

My ultra-thin skin.

Touch me as you will my love

The pain should fade fast

Leaving a relic of tortured past

Upon your bloody palm

You’re fingerprint on my soul

Is captured and replayed many times

In my mind of wonder

The epiphanies come clear to me

Of what I once was, back then

Far, far ago and what I must become.

Tiny tendrils of hate that permeate

My soul into the forgotten spaces

Only to return again and again and again.

Like the burn of the hot sun and the

Blistering cold of the winter

My heart is weathered in a way that

I can overcome.

I can overcome.

I can overcome.

A poem I wrote about Domestic Violence for a wonderful online group that has resources and cares about the abused...Angels that Care (www.angelsthatcare.org).  April is Child Abuse awareness month......We can stay quiet, or we can make our voices heard.  You choose.  Thank you, Marcia, owner and webmistress of ATC for all you do and the selfless time you spend helping others.  You are a true Hero to me. To read more of my poems about these subjects and others please read archives of my blogs or go to  http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Klynw3/