Broken
By Maria Sharon Moemise
For every word I spake he criticized and mocked
I learnt a new one to prove that I rocked
For every blow that he struck across my face
I felt worthless and got thrown in a dark place
With every step I took to move toward the light
I had my legs kicked from under me so I don't take flight
Every drop of tear I spilled in pain rocked me to the core
while he pushed me, mocked me and broke me some more
I crawled into my dark world where I dreamt of light
I dreamt of surrendering to sounds and sights of night
Yearning to just give in to the constant drumming in my head,
where his fists pounded endlessly, leaving only dark dread.
I took what I thought was an easy way out
the empty pill bottle, alcohol and me floating on a cloud
of misery, hopelessness and lots of self hate
for the pathetic life I held onto merely through fate.
Pregnant with pain is this compelling and creative cry against intimate violence. Well done!
If I say that I am deeply touched by this poem, I would say much less than what I have felt after reading it. I am quite disturbed by the account you have given of your miseries, hopelessness and helplessness due to the abuse you have suffered 'in the name of love'. I agree with poet Fabrizio Frosini that those who abuse women and children are not worthy to be called humans. The poem is eloquent, expressive and deep. Well done!
I am against violence, but those who abuse women and children cannot be considered ''persons''.. and should learn upon themselves what ''abuse'' means.. Thanks for sharing, Maria Blessings
Thank you so much for your review and for understanding my story, Fabrizio
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem very much. In fact of your poems I've read I've enjoyed them all. It's clear to see you write from the heart. Keep up the good writing. Ray