Bruised, body to soul
Rocked, sheer force, intrusion
Wracked, self loathing
Spine, chilled to the bone
At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me
Arriving without
Numbing
The push, the pull
The kick, the punch
At me, for me, to me, in me, reminding me
A sideways glance
Breaking my skin with your sharp hand
Your deep emblem still stains
Your once artistic hand now plays me into defeat
Your yell bangs and rattles my head
Dropping my memory into no mans land
Blurring to avoid the inevitable
Screeming, screeching, grasping for
Tenderness of word, of skin
You block every inch of my life
My sunlight, my every waking existence
The entrance of change is always guarded
By barbed fists and biting cruelty
At me, to me, for me, in me, reminding me
I wrote this poem and 'Her World' prompted by my work as a Therapeutic Counsellor....harsh but real.