The Abuse of Her Spirit
She woke up every morning with the same wish on her heart.
That he would simply show some love and not tear her apart.
The fields had died around her and the trees had lost their bloom.
When she peered into the future what stared back at her was doom.
This man held her soul in contempt and colored it with shame.
She knew that she was losing in this twisted lover's game.
He never raised a hand to her but then there was no need.
Breaking down her spirit was his dark and evil creed.
She'd beg for his forgiveness for some imagined wrong.
Then listen to his tirade shoot her down the whole night long.
Words can be a healing balm to comfort you in life.
But used the way he screamed them they cut just like a knife.
Won't always know of someone's pain-sometimes there are no bruises.
These wounds are inward and only revealed if that person chooses.
written May 13th,2013
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
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