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Hidden Pain

You stripped away my self worth, layer by layer until it was gone, I never understood why you hated me, or what I did so wrong. I listened as you put me down, and made me feel like dirt, bringing me to tears each time, nothing but pain and hurt. You constantly accused me, that I was eyeing every man, as you dealt yet another punishment, with a belt in your hand. repeated hits across my body, a smack! right in the face, screaming, crying, yet no one hears, "you must be put in your place." I'd wear long sleeves to hide the marks, makeup to hide the black and blue, I hid from my friends and family, all the hell you put me through. I wish it stopped at that, but you would drag me to the room, tearing clothes from my body, yelling, "don't you dare move." I can feel my heart racing, pounding in fear, praying that it would stop, under silent tears. The room got completely silent, then a fumble around the bed, opened my eyes just to find, a gun to my head. "You disrespect over and over again, I'm tired of your lies, this world will be a better place, right after you die." I continued to pray , my mind and body froze, "you don't have to do this, just please let me go." I heard you cock your gun, even harder I prayed, "Dear Heavenly Father, is today going to be my day?" "pls God, I don't have much time, please answer my call......" "Not today my child, Not at all." The gun never fired, I was able to get away, I truly believe there was an angel, holding my hand that day. Behind closed doors, was a monster never seen, over time the pain healed, but the scars will never leave. Ladies don't tolerate an abusive man, don't put up with the hurt, there is a man out there, who will treat you for all that you are worth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/19/2016 7:14:00 PM
Agree with Silent One - honest and emotional. One constructive suggestion would be to keep the poem in second person - speaking to the tormentor. One line strays from that "I heard him cock his gun" - I think it would be more powerful if it was "I heard you cock the [or your] gun."
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