Surviving Poem by Brandi Guthrie
Surviving
What`s wrong with me is what`s ill in you.
You forced my hand and degraded my view.
And with a blade, you`ve placed me here,
Substituted my innocence with unending fear.
You`ve stripped out the filter over my eyes.
Now I can see how virtue and purity dies.
And with your touch, I squirm within.
Frozen, I wait as the mortifying begins.
You may have my body but never my love.
While my consciousness escapes, it hovers above.
You penetrate through all that I hold dear,
The contrast between good and bad are unclear.
The evil in you threatens to infect me.
It spills over me much like a disease.
But when this is over if I`m still alive,
That will mean that through hell, I survived.
Whoa this is very heavy indeed! Spoken from a tormented view and very powerful and striking in discordant measure across the reader heart. I hope this is not a reality for you, for no one should ever have to endure such things! This piece could be used to spur people who suffer from abuse to come forward and end their dilemma and torment for good. Dale :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 7:25:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To me Brandi you have driven a nail right into the heart of this type torture. I can't imagine you being able to write this poem only if you lived it and if you did I'm terribly sorry for you pain. Good luck and this was an excellent write. Lynn