The home became a house of pain
she faced each day with strength
but she was shot down again and again
She gave up trying
each day crying
Her body wounded by the battles
She started to sink even when she paddled
Her feelings always ignored
She was an object and nothing more
Copyright @ Aqua Flower
The hurt felt when those in a shared household do not even see they are causing - well written
Thank you my friend. I am even guilty of not seeing things clearly at times. We can only keep trying to be the best person we can be.! thanks for reading and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need to possess eyes that are more sensitive to the inner selves of others- the sign are there- under the surface- but they are there needing a compassionate word, a comforting silence, a kind expression of concern and a map to the nearest woman's shelter. Well done write and a very important one too. 10++++++++++
Thank you for reading this poem and for recognizing the message in it. And you behold those sensitive eyes!