Credit: www.submit.manscostyle.com ( “A Wounded Heart” by Tim Dwyer)
In the dark recesses of my mind
I hear the gunfire of your wounds
Land mines of domestic destruction
Improvised explosives shrouded in verbal volleys
Scattered shrapnel
Stinging pain from your scoffs
Mocking my every move
In the dark recesses of my gut
I taste the heaving
My attempts to digest your vile invectives
your vicious vitriol that holds my virtues in a vise
In the dark recesses of my heart
I feel the agony of your aggression
the abscess of your abandonment
and the anguish of your annihilation
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For those known and unknown who are experiencing abuse. Mine is past but the pain is sometimes present.
Building A Life Of Hope 
Wow very powerful, and you are an amazing woman.
Thank you Kelly. I am lucky and very grateful to be in a good place and to have created a new life for myself ( with the added bonuses of having a sweet man and setting a good example for my sons). 🙂
A truth has been spoken…..so glad you have found your safe place. It’s a good place to be. 🙂
Yes. I never knew how trapped I was until later when he was gone. Feeling safe is a recent experience and certainly a new level of freedom for me. Thank you for reading and mostly your understanding. 🙂