There is so much anger when one has been abused. One cannot explain the shame it leaves in your heart. It takes years to heal those wounds.
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Teardrops fallen from the faucet into the sink
Watch while it showers your weakened heart
Audacious as you can be to accuse,
Yet, no bravery in your soul,
You were born to protect, you run when challenged
No Attrition in your eyes or heart
Captivating your victim, you attempt a fierce
Vicious bash to the face,
Startling that victim until the fidelity is no more,
Faith wary, hope scorned.
Only tears as they moisten my cheeks.
Anger runs through my body as you try to contend
Through the haze of tears, words that have no meaning.
Trying to make you understand, another critical blow,
With words, you condemn my very being.
Exaggeration as you try to blame.
No way to defend myself from your words with no meaning.
By Cynthia Aholelei, Written 1990, Copyright 2003,
Published by the International Library of Poetry as a compilation.
The Colors of Life, Page 1 ISBN 0-7951-5239-6
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