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Click hereThis poem along with several others, were written for a very dear friend who was in a long term abusive relationship. It was my way of trying to help her see the truth of the relationship and give her the courage to leave.
He stands before her,
His sword is drawn.
He swings it hard,
The battle is on.
He knows where to strike,
He cuts her deep.
He tears her down,
With each word he speaks.
The one she loves,
Hurts her so much.
His sword is his word,
So far not his touch.
But the pain from his words,
Don't hurt any less.
Would the wounds be more real,
If her face were a mess?
The wounds from his sword,
Are harder to see.
This all makes it easier to say,
No, he's not battering me.