Leighann Anderson Poet Free verse

Reality of Domestic Violence

I am silent although this monster
of my isolated life seems to hear
my thoughts, smell my fear and
taste my hate.
Suddenly I am pushed against
a wall gasping from utter pain.
Held by my neck I feel a fist
clashing against my tender face.
I fall, blood pours from my mouth
and now cracked lips.
I try to run but I am stopped with
my hair being pulled with such 
force that I scream from the 
top of my lungs.
It drags me to the bedroom,
my face constantly in pain
from the ever repeating hits.
Suddenly I feel my legs being
widened, I scream once more.
I struggle to close them,
tears of pain and utter hate
rapidly run down my now
swollen face,
they burn my wounds like acid.
I feel something penetrating 
inside of me, I scream once again,
it is of no use, no one seems to
notice or simply hear.
It pulls itself out of me and kicks
my tender side,
still I lie here on this floor feeling
dirty and ashamed,
ashamed of my own self and
weak mind.
I shall never escape this monster's
presence for he has eroded my 
free will and inner strength.
Fear controls my thoughts.
Until I embrace the truth my life
is impounded by domestic violence,
never to be freed,
never to be seen and never to be
one with the glory of hope.

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Carol Sunshine Brown December 6, 2011 at 12:36 PM Congrats on your featured poem this week Leighann. Love, Carol

Wilma Neels June 8, 2011 at 6:44 AM I have worked with abused women for a number of years and this brought back so many memories for me. A well written write on something many struggle to deal with on a daily basis.. tc

Michael Wayne May 22, 2011 at 7:14 AM This made me nauseous. A good poem about something as ugly as it gets. I need to read something happy now, but this was really well written. Leighann Anderson May 22, 2011 at 3:24 PM This poem is something 1 in 4 women and 1 in 10 men experience. The fear acts like glue. This poem was written by me when I was only 14, most find that extremely shocking. Just so you know, I wasn't a victim but people close to me were; I'm not naming anyone.

Sara Kendrick March 2, 2011 at 7:58 AM I hope that this is a write about the topic and not your life..If it is get out..There is help for you now..There are laws and safety houses...Sara

John Loving Iii February 28, 2011 at 4:22 PM i recently lost someone who endured this more than once.she could'nt get the pictures out of her mind ansd she killed herself. i tried to help her but only God could do that and he did. john

Ryan Wegenast February 28, 2011 at 3:42 PM A very intense piece that captivated me, this was a pleasure to read and thanks for sharing.

Debbie Guzzi February 25, 2011 at 2:06 PM sad, I didn't have this in my life well, I repress..hmmm not all of it, but I found later in life martial arts gave me the courage to overcome my fear of "men?" "bullies" "perverts" we must help each other and ourselves..Light & Love girlfriend