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Poems by Victims of Domestic ViolenceThese poems were written by survivors of domestic abuse. They reflect their fear, pain, confusion, grief, and other emotions experienced as a result of domestic violence. You are welcome to submit your poems via E-mail. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ The Black Velvet Glove
It's the sting of the words, like a black velvet glove. It tears at your soul and your heart cracks in two, What you've become is not really you. You know that you're good, and you know that you're kind, But you feel like you're going out of your mind. The look of disgust, the names and the sneers, Has this really been going on all these years? It started so small, just a fight... some name calling, You couldn't see the black hole into which you were falling. He took all your dignity, who you were, and your pride, In your shame and your pain, all you could do was hide. Hide the fact that the man who promised you love, Took it back and replaced it with the black velvet glove. By: "C" ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ The Shelter of "Hope" I sit here alone in this women's shelter, Right now my life feels so helter-skelter. I have to be separated from the ones I love, So I look towards heaven, to the good Lord above. Right now things seem so dark and bleak, Peace and happiness are all that I seek. I don't like this feeling of living in fear, At times I break down and cry a river of tears. I think about my loved ones, from whom I'm apart, But they know how much I love them with all my heart. They tell me here that in time things will get better, For now, I'll put my thoughts in poems and letters. Right now I feel like I'm walking on a long tight rope, But believe me, I'm so thankful for this shelter of "Hope". By: "SM" ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ Love hurts
Stranger in my
world of my dreams and realities By: Kim Hoff Copyright 2003 ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ No Fear
Your twisted mind, your endless schemes I HAVE NO FEAR! By: Diana Copyright 2003 ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ After a While After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and sharing a life and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security and loneliness is universal. And you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of a woman not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your hope on today as the future has a way of falling apart in mid-flight because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans yet, each step taken in a new direction creates a path toward the promise of a brighter dawn. And you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that love, true love, always has joys and sorrows that seem every present, yet is never quite the same becoming more than love and less than love...so difficult to define. And you learn that through it all you really can endure that you really are strong that you do have value and you learn and grow with every goodbye you learn. By: Veronica Shoffstall ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ If These Chains Break I understand not, how I can love you so much Yet, hate you at the same time. Insecurity... Suspicions. Trying to keep the swell of tears from my eyes. How deeply, your hard looks and short-tempered words Penetrate my heart. So much, it feels as if it will burst. But it's wrapped tightly with forgiving chains, And your force keeps picking the locks. If these chains break... I fear my heart will fall to pieces. By: "H" ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ It Still Remains All the pain still remains... Locked up deep, deep inside, Still Hurting, Although its perpetrator is gone, I had forgotten what happiness was. By: "H" ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~
I met the little girl inside of me today, I brought her home with me to stay, To heal the wounds that go so deep, For they are forever mine to keep. And even though they'll leave a scar, I won't let my little girl wander far, Behind the walls inside of me, For light is all I want her to see. By: "H" ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ Stop The Violence Written in celebration of my freedom and dedicated to a face from the past.
She was a shell
Was easier to stay
They all looked away
They told her to be strong
She did her best
Years went by
She learned how to please
Those looking on could not see?
Distance and time
A hand with a face
I held on to that hand
A year has past ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~
Transitioning ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ |
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