Beaten and battered with no hope of a future,
Just the shell of the person I once was,
Craving love and affection but only receiving insults and pain,
Scared to talk,
Scared to breath,
Scared to live,
Why am I so stupid and ugly only deserving angry words,
I turn to my computer and create a persona,
Beautiful, funny and smart I know it's all a lie but I need it to survive,
One little hello from an unknown source gives me the will to live,
Started with private messages and phone calls,
Needing and craving the sound of his laugh,
Falling deeper and deeper in love wondering if I deserve his kindness,
I shy away scared of his tender touch,
Doubting his sweet words,
Afraid to be what I once was,
As years go by I let him in,
Needing and craving the feel of his touch,
Laughing and smiling I'm no longer afraid,
He'll never know it's his laugh the saved me,
Gentle touch and tender eyes madly in love but scared to death,
One little comment from an unknown source gave me the will to live.
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Unknown Source
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote about my struggles with spousal abuse and how I overcame it. I am now happily married for the past 16 years. The fear and doubt never fully leave but I am finally happy and safe.
