Scars

The past is the past they say,

but whether you think about it or not you still have those scars as a reminder that they shall take forever to fade away.

You find the ability to smile through all the hell,

but when you look in the mirror to see all the marks laced on your back you can't help, but dwell.

You want it all to disappear.

Sick of the constant reminders that cause you to relive the fear...

The pain...

The moments when you were left utterly drained...

The nights you cried yourself to sleep.

Feeling so raw as you were dragged down to the deep.

The mind games, the struggle.

Trying to hide all that really went down leaving you with so much to juggle.

Knowing that for all the abuse,

there was no excuse.

So much you had to deal.

Asking yourself, "Is this really real?"

Said that your loved, yet actions

only show contradictions.

So many lies

Knowing fully well what he was up to, but felt keeping your mouth shut was wise.

For if your mouth ran.

You knew it was useless because he did not give a damn.

So much force

As life continued to run its course.

First with the verbal abuse, then came the physical more and more..

Caused your love to turn into a combination of hate and fear along with other emotions you had never experienced before.

Uncertain of what to do.

Knowing he has full control over you.

That at any moment he could flip out and get rough.

Pushing you to the point where you have had enough.

Sick of feeling like you are walking on glass.

Knowing that no matter what you try to do to calm or appease it will not get better nor will it pass.

Yet, the moment you gather up enough courage to get away.

He tells you the loss of your loved ones would be the price you pay.

Said their lives would surely end.

So you do what he wants as always and give in.

Because for the ones you love you will do what you can for their protection no matter what it takes.

Even if it means your own life is at stake.

He realizes he is starting to lose his power and control.

Scaring the hell out of you is his goal.

This time he takes it too far, farther than he ever has making the decision to end it all.

Constantly he calls at work and you try to keep silent and do what you can to stall.

For outside your work till 1am he waits.

Meanwhile, you try to focus at work while you have the feeling that something horrid awaits.

.....

Now that you look back at it all

It still seems there are moments you cannot recall.

Being held hostage...dragged...the knife...

The night you almost lost your life.

Such horrid flashbacks you still get.

Knowing it shall be something you will never forget,

Especially when you see the scars.

Knowing that he never got what he truly deserved...life behind bars.

At least it is all over now.

The fact that you are still here today still leaves you questioning, "How?"

.....

For the past is the past they say,

but whether you think about it or not you still have those scars as a reminder that they shall take forever to fade away.

Smile amongst all the hell.

And the next time you look in the mirror to gaze upon the marks laced on your back, don't dwell.

It will all fade with time...both the scars and the pain.

Don't let it drive you insane.

Don't blame yourself for all you went through.

None of it was because of you.

It is just one of those dreadful things in life that we face.

For life is as we know it...one crazy ass race.

Prove him wrong

by showing that you can be strong.

You can be free.

That you are you and that is the best you can be.

Lets the scars be a reminder of what shall never happen again.

Rather than allow it to tear you up within.

Remember you are not alone...We all have our scars.

It is up to us whether we let them be a "bridge" or "bars."

The bars that hold you forever captive from happiness or the bridge to a chance to start anew.

Either way that is left entirely up to you.