- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Rebuilding a Shattered Life
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To the love of my life Amy...you are not only the inspiration for this poem, you are my raison d'être...I love you baby. And to my dear friend Ally, thank you for your kindness, encouragement and editorial insights...they are so very much cherished.
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She can still feel his rough calloused hand,
flashing out and striking with a serpent's venom.
Teaching her with each punch and kick,
that she truly is, worthless.
But your tender caress and embrace,
have brought her back from that bedlam.
Showing her that love too,
can be wordless.
For seventeen years she lived in constant fear,
of voices raised in hate and rage.
Fists and belts leaving outward scars,
while words like medieval daggers rip insides apart.
Visible manifestations of a childhood lost,
fade as one by one the girl comes of age.
But the emotional damage takes a far greater toll,
the self-imposed exile of a splintered heart.
Until an angel strolled into that lost little life,
with a purity of purpose that made her pause and reassess.
For this precious light of virtue vowed to protect her,
from evil and hatred, whenever and whomever.
Aimless and adrift, her self-esteem shattered,
that gentle hand reached out, to soothe her distress.
A love and acceptance so foreign, so strange,
reassembling her wounded soul, a lifetime endeavor.
Thus against all odds, here that girl stands before you,
still frightened and shaken, still timid and shy.
A casualty for certain, but a fatality not,
of his wretchedly sick and twisted inner war.
Liquid eyes look up to the heavens above,
sinking to her knees and silently thanking the sky
As softly she leans and whispers in the angel's ear,
her first true words of love and trust, "je t'aime et je t'adore."
- COMMENTS
allyliterallyover 12 years agoKayla, although I have read it before, you still brought tears to my eyes, first of sadness at what life has dealt to this poor little girl, and then in happiness for joy that has sprung up to envelope her. I feel the pain, the sadness and the joy. They are all there, but all understated, muted, as if you are unsure of the reception of your words - will they be slapped down, as you were before? Or will they be embraced and encompassed, as you are now? Both emotions are visible through the diffidence in your words.
May we have more, please?
Anonymousover 12 years agoAgain baby, you humble me with your love and kindness. Tears come to my eyes every time I read this. I simply love you, as a girl like you should be loved. You have given me so much baby. The pain in our lives that we have shared together, has just enhanced the love and commitment that we have. I love and adore you Kayla, you're my everything baby and you're my angel....xxoo
Amy
