Maria Sharon Moemise

Bronze Star - 2,122 Points (17 November 1965 / Randfontein)

Broken - Poem by Maria Sharon Moemise

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: abuse

Form: Free Verse

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem to remind myself that what I went through at the the hands of a loved one, was not how I envisioned my life, but how I eventually came to expect it to pan out. It was wrong from every angle, yet I gained strength and wisdom from it.
How can something so morally wrong bring so much insight to one. The weakness in me at the time also brought out the intellectual within me. The brute strength my abuser felt within him at the time, also brought forth his stupidity and cowardice. I was a victim, then I stopped being one. Instead, everytime my abuser looked at me, he must not have seen a strong man, but rather questioned his own actions. By writing this poem, I'm laying the foundation for forgiveness. I forgive you, though I'll never forget

Comments about Broken by Maria Sharon Moemise

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/21/2016 9:44:00 PM)

    Pregnant with pain is this compelling and creative cry against intimate violence. Well done! (Report) Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan (11/1/2015 9:14:00 AM)

    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!
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    Maria Sharon Moemise (11/1/2015 9:38:00 AM)

    I thank you so much for this encouraging review, Khairul

    Maria Sharon Moemise (11/1/2015 9:35:00 AM)

    Thank you so much for this encouraging review.

  • Fabrizio Frosini (10/25/2015 3:00:00 PM)

    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
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    Maria Sharon Moemise (10/25/2015 3:22:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for your review and for understanding my story, Fabrizio

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 9, 2016

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