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Tracy Mcbride Poem
I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought,
came out broken, beaten and battered.
A false embrace a kiss of lies,
All loves games I bought.
Tried to be just who I am,
Not one would care to ease.
Friends, family or chosen mate,
Would bring me to my knees
Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow,
The Anger, fury and wrath,
The Inevitable Invisible tears will follow
Down the well known well lit path.
Gone is my spirit my wings my will,
Life no longer has meaning, only evil
No reason for happiness, to laugh or smile
The bruises will fade from a life so vile.
I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to endure,
But the cracks in my heart are too deep to cure.
Every smile forced, every tear unseen
the battle recurs of a war routine
Shrink to the floor to block the blows,
The venom, the anger, the fury that grows
The bruises they fade, but the pain never goes,
I waste in the ashes feel my will decompose.
A life once lived, a soul once whole,
"lost in the darkness of my own swallowed soul"
No hope for a future, no light in the dark,
Just a lonely heart shattered, too broken to spark.
Copyright © Tracy McBride | Year Posted 2025
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Solace, heaven’s temporal embrace,
A fleeting transcendence in time,
A breath lost on a breeze’s kiss,
An eternal moment, yet sublime.
Copyright © Tracy McBride | Year Posted 2025
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Tracy Mcbride Poem
Daylight. Thank God. The monster comes at night.?
For now, I shake the strings loose,?
And try with my whole might.
Reflections of the night before—?
My eyes are swollen shut,?
Bruises, scars, maybe broken bones.?
Don’t show you’ve had enough.
The mirror reflects the bruises;?
I stare a bit too long.
?The monster's wrath shows on my face.
?Stay strong, girl. Stay strong.
I will get through another day,?
As unsettled as I am.
?This zombie must move on,?
Or there’ll be hell to pay.
Wait until he leaves for work.?
Get your thoughts together.?
Grab your things, walk out the door—?
The shelter awaits, your chance to weather.
That first breath—oh God, I’m free.?
All I need, I leave behind; life is in front of me.?
He’s looking for me, asking around—
?Why won’t he let me be?
"He 'owns me,' he often said.?
Nobody else would want me.
?I’m ugly, fat, and too dumb to know—
?His words keep bouncing in my head."
Will I ever be free of them?
Numb as I lay here
In this overcrowded unfamiliar place
I close my eyes and realize
For the first time I’m actually safe.
Turmoil begins inside me
My thoughts are tug of war
Should I stay here any longer
Or return to him once more?
I’m weak. No, I’m strong!
I can do this on my own.
The bruises, the scars, the marks will fade,
What about the ones inside my head?
I dream of days when I’m not afraid.
I’m still so haunted by it all,
His words still own my mind,
But he no longer owns my soul.
Days pass, weeks and months,
The shadows won’t leave,
But the fear has slightly faded,
As happiness and laughter weave.
I’m standing on the shore of my brand new life
watching the waves of old,
Each one reminds me how far I’ve come
The courage and strength I now hold.
My past still echoes,?
But it won’t define me anymore.?
I’ve found peace, I’ve found my voice,?
And I’ll never return to that door.
Copyright © Tracy McBride | Year Posted 2025
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