Naked

Naked

Unarmed I stood against the beast
Defending what was mine
The theft of my guileless innocence
His most cruel, remorseless crime

Fighting slings and arrows
Words that cut me to the quick
Lifting thin arms in resistance
To his heavy, brutish fists

Sorrow comes in darkness
Arrives without an invite
The moon stares dully at me
No magic will save me tonight

Measured unforgiving blows
He chose where each would land
Dark purple bruises gave away
Where my body had been slammed

With my knack for weak excuses
“I tripped and fell down again”
He sneered that they’re “just love taps”
While I played a game called ‘pretend’

Naked in my bed
Protecting a child yet unborn
Came another beating
From this cur who’d earned my scorn

What cannot be seen in shadows
Can suffocate one’s will
When I reclaimed my spirit
I crawled out of the mouth of hell

Ages have come to pass since then
The fiend at last routed from my life
I’m no longer frightened
Of just being someone’s wife
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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January 20, 2014 at 9:33 PM
Aiyah, thanks a lot. Yes it was, yes, I did, and I hope I am. My dream is to write a book of poetry dedicated to women who survived and whose spirits were renewed after leaving the brutality behind. The escapees.
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January 13, 2014 at 11:28 AM
awesome!!! ,,,it takes a deep courage for a woman to endure this kind of life... was it real..???..but congratulations!!! you made a life out of here... :))) you are an inspiration,Tess :)) ..huggs,AiayH ^__^
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January 13, 2014 at 12:23 PM
i'm sorry to know that...BuT..i'm happy that you're now healing...may the love of the people around you give you more strength to survive...I'm proud of you!!! :))..and i wanna let you know that you have a friend in me... :)) huggs and love for you!!! ^__*
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January 13, 2014 at 11:40 AM
Thank you, Aiya, that means a lot. Yes, it was real. I was married for 32 years to a batterer. I suffer from PTSD now - the brain works in strange ways - survival mode when you're in it, and as you heal, you go a bit mad. But the freedom is worth it. And yes, I survived, I am surviving, I am becoming. :-)
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