I wrote this a while ago when a friend was in an abusive relationship and she'd try to make excuses. If you are wondering, she did eventually leave him.
Once more place the mask upon your face,
Let no one see past your curtains of disgrace.
Let your hair fall effortlessly,
For no one will be able to see.
Hide your bruises and your shame,
Let no one see the fear when the lover says your name.
Be sure to hide your saltytears,
Make all oblivious to your inner most fears.
Hide the panic in your voice,
When you see him coming, you have no choice.
You cannot control the fire of his rage,
Please tell yourself, "It's just his adolescent age."
Keep on marching to your parade of ignorance,
Repeat to yourself, "It is only bliss."
Wrap your arms around his waist,
For you know this is your rightful place.
Watch him smile in front of them,
Don't think about the hits, again and again.
Continue down your path this way,
And soon find yourself in an early grave.
The truth can be hard-hitting. You ripped the mask right off her face. I hope she thanked you for it. Well written.
My mother tripped while going down to the basement do the laundry one day. All the women where she worked in a shoe factory thought she had been beaten by my dad. Times have changed.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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My mother tripped while going down to the basement do the laundry one day. All the women where she worked in a shoe factory thought she had been beaten by my dad. Times have changed.
Ron