Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Quatrain

Lament of a Battered Woman

Bruises disappeared, cuts and scratches gone
The scars inside will never heal
The roses are beautiful, your promises empty
You'll never know the way I feel

Self esteem removed, dignity stripped
Emotions drained, each day the same
How pathetic can you be to think
Somehow, some way, I might be to blame.

A horror story not fully told
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
A love so warm, now so cold
To be so high, then sink so low.

The battle rages on, each day the same
Our dreams and plans have turned to dust
Why is the pain greater, also the shame
When it's someone you love, someone you trust.

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Susan Ashley August 28, 2022 at 7:38 AM Dear Vince, your potent poem is an intimate portrait of domestic abuse. You've captured the physical and emotional anguish and the shame with poetic finesse. Your last two lines seize upon the confounding question that abused domestic partners ask themselves always.. a deep and poignant poem. Congrats for it being featured on this week's home page. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan