Domestic Violence Poems
Can Be A Vital Part Of Recovery
From PTSD and Domestic Violence Is Facing The Past.
A Big Part Of My Healing Was
Thanks To Rose Oil
There was a time,
in the not so distant past,
that I recall opening my eyes
and wondering, When I saw the girl I was last.
A vibrant soul with laughing eyes
Who relished new challenges with each new sunrise.
A young woman who had loved the sound of
Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Rimsky Korsakov.
Who immersed herself in poetry, art and ballet
And imagined times that in front of her lay.
At eighteen , full of life with opportunity bubbling out
So many choices, it’s hard to perceive
That I did not doubt that I would spend the rest of my life
with the man to whom I chose to cleave.
Yet stagnation grew
I think that the whole of the time he knew
That I would never abandon aspirations
And in the end we both gave up in frustration.
So I left.
Left my poor husband totally bereft
And slipped into the arms of the man whose seduction
Was the start of a terrible destruction.
He was so handsome, witty and charming
At no point could I have imagined him harming
My children or me, but the changes were so small,
impossible to see.
And I loved him, you know, really loved him
And no matter how grim he made me feel
How hard he hit or how many blades of steel
I had at my throat, I could not, would not leave
Its easier, you see, to change the clothes you choose
with a hope that he doesn’t lose
His temper or throw
his dinner up the wall, or worse, give you yet another bruise.
After a while hiding my pain
Became less of a choice but more of a habit.
Just to keep myself sane
I created this imaginary world that was safe to inhabit.
A place where I just existed simply to survive
Told myself, he loves you and you can make the relationship thrive.
That any nasty side he has, can be changed
But any imagination that I had,
was simply deranged.
Any woman that I could have called my friend
Had been cut off by one of his plans to offend,
Any man to whom I spoke
Was a butt of some spiteful joke
or an accusation of an affair
Until soon really ,options of where I could run were no-where
But she did, you see, the girl with the laughter
The giggly one the boys chased after.
She ran for so long that soon she was forgotten
And all that was left were the fixed smiles
Because the rest had shrivelled and gone rotten.
So after seven years
Endless nights of trembling and tears,
No surprise that when I came-to on the stairs,
With bite marks on my face and arms, he'd never really cared.
So I opened the door and walked.
Just walked, and kept on walking
And just tried to block out the voices in my head that just kept on talking
About all the times he’d threatened to kill me and the stories you hear of stalking.
Not as easy as you would guess
to break out, Of that kind of mess.
Every part of my self esteem
He had murdered by his cruel regime.
And the laughing spirit, she was broken
She lurked like a phantom at the back of my mind
She felt like a token that had belonged to someone else
Somehow there were no feelings of ever having being entwined.
Weeks passed, months and years
Nightmares betrayed, in my sleep, all of the fears
Of the torment of the hours curled up in corners
That had lain hidden from the world.
A friend took me in his arms
Rocked me for hours and chased away all of the
Demons that lived in my memory and my dreams and
Promised to keep me safe from harm.
Loved by him and his gentle way,
Trusted and encouraged to make friends
His belief in me transcends
anything that I will ever be able to repay
Parts of me stay closed, undisturbed for dread
of the monsters that lie behind each door in my head
And I know there are things there, that I should talk about.
But maybe some things are better left unsaid.
Behind those doors though, are splinters
of my spirit in tiny pieces, scattered
And just today, I glued another piece I found back
A piece that really, really mattered.
Shrapnel from my wars, the battles that I fought
And won when I broke free from the web that caught my spirit
Honestly, I can’t describe my surprise,
when I looked in the mirror today and saw my laughing eyes.
Hatred has left me, anger still remains
But replacing the bitterness and the pains
Is a love for the man who rebuilt my soul
And gave me back my self esteem that someone else just... stole.
A deep ocean of kindness he has given me
I hope that forever he will be
By my side, and will always feel
How strong my love is - a love that he knows is real.
© Elizabeth Boyd Feb 2006
Against Domestic Violence Facebook Group
Rose Oil Can Really Help Put The Pieces Back Together
Do you have a story or poem about experiencing domestic abuse?
I'd love to see it. Writing this poem was so cathartic to me and it helped me to realise exactly what had happened to me. I feel sure that it breaks every literary rule in the book, and is technically really not very good, but that was never the point.
I would be so honoured if you would share your experiences...if this helps just one person, we will have done something marvellous.
Feel free to change your name for anonimity of safety.
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