HEALING
The abuse keeps flashing back
like little shards piercing my soul
I lay awake at night
wondering if I will ever be whole.
The venom in his voice
is fresh in my mind
And I wonder what poison
keeps him from being kind.
He saves those morsels
for the one who gives him the most
And to his friends
he’s always the perfect host.
How will I ever heal
from this abuse
as I lay awake at night
I feel like it’s no use.
I desire to lash out
so he can feel the same pain
But I need to realize
this would be in vain.
For a man like him
doesn’t really feel
I have seen the evil
that he can’t always conceal.
The stories he told
of how he would manipulate
the one who did everything
to make his life great.
And he would laugh because he won
Never realizing
the damage he had done.
I’m sure his need
to always be right
also kept her
awake at night.
The tears for her death
few and far between
as it’s always about him
and whatever he could glean.
The emptiness in his eyes
as I searched for a soul
The pain from the shards
that he could not console.
How did I allow
this damage to be done?
The healing
has only just begun.
I hope to find some way out
from this prison of pain
I want my soul back
so that I can live again.
