Bruises

The storm was grueling
I wasn’t sure I’d get out alive
even following the aftermath
I didn’t think I’d survive

The physical blows didn’t cut
as deep as the verbal fumes
bruises became darker
leaving my emotions in ruins

(How must one touch the stars
when they feel nothing is theirs
for the reaching?

How must one climb
when their feet
seem to be slipping?)

I heard encouragement often
which made my heart swell
but words come easy when
not living in hell

In my solitary moments, I pondered
over those adjectives and verbs
and finally grasped the strength
to pull me up and move me forward

It’s not easy to break away
from the storm
but Hope is the illumination
that will always bring us home

LScott © 2013

I prefer writing in first person, but the content is fiction.
However, I wrote this for those who have been
or are in abusive relationships.
I hope and pray they find a way out;
no one is deserving of anything less than being treated
with love and respect.

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40 thoughts on “Bruises

    • Thanks, Chris, I hope this poem will be comforting if someone reads who can relate too well…I agree with you in that Hope is the key and if it’s lost, then so are we…(I may use that quote somewhere :)) HBL ♥ xoxo

  1. I love the sentiment of this. Some people blame victims of abuse for not getting out of these relationship but its not that easy. I guess abusers have so much power over their victims that they can’t see a way out. People don’t understand that their entire spirit and being is ruined. Sometimes it happens so slowly that it becomes normal and over time they can’t see a difference and how they have changed. And then sometimes, especially when they have grown up with it they think its the way they are supposed to be treated and know no different. Great poem, Lauren! xx

  2. A heartfelt poem, Lauren . Once I lived in what I call never ever land again. Mental abuse often changes into as I call it mental blackmail What does get you out is a survival mode and your will to survive. Thank you for sharing this poem.
    Love and hugs from across the creek xoxo

    • Aww..thanks for sharing, Francina, and I can only imagine…it’s just such a sad state for anyone to have to endure and I’m hoping the survival mode is strong for anyone going through this…sending love and hugs across the creek, too! (love that creek) 🙂 xoxo

    • Thanks so much, Wendell, and sorry for my late response, but I always appreciate your comments. I hope your week has been a good one and will continue to be! Hugs and blessings to you, my brother!

  3. I’m glad I saw the red and saw it was fiction before I started reading it. I would have freaked. Physically and mentally abusive relationships are awful, and I wish I knew why people treated others that way. It’s not as if they have to.

  4. this is a hard topic to read about but one that people should be aware of always, especially how prevalent this kind of abuse really is. no one really knows…behind closed doors…

    very eloquent Lauren.

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