Hello! It’s good to be backv here again. 🙂 A week has passed – a full glorious week since I have officially graduated high school. During this week I have read two books, slept a lot, taken a guitar exam, and packed for my trip to Ireland. In fact, as you read this post, I will actually be in Ireland! I’m taking my sister and a friend along with me for the ride, and it’s going to be an exciting jam-packed week of serving God with a local Irish church. 🙂
In the meantime, I have another poem to share with you. This poem – Silent Scars – is one of my darker poems. It deals with the topic of abuse and how it affects the person being abused. Though I never have experienced this for myself (thank God), I know that it is a real and prevalent issue that affects many people. This poem is my personal take on the topic.
*Please note: if you are someone who would struggle with reading things on the topic of physical abuse/depression, please don’t read any further. I want to shed light on this topic, but I don’t want to trigger fragile people. ❤
I scream into the silence
Desperate to escape your touch,
Flailing against the power of your darkness
That coils around my heart and mind and body in
A cruel embrace.
But your hands slap scars into my skin,
Flaming palm prints against the softness of my belly –
You know where to strike me to break me
And so I crumble beneath your weight.
I cower in the shadows with tears streaming,
Salting my scars with their warm fingers
As my body seeks to heal what you have broken,
As my mind tries to block out the blackness of night.
Your touch drags me down to the dark of despair –
Claiming me with every caress…
I slowly succumb to the red nail streaks,
The sting of swelling flesh,
And the scarlet of fresh blood trickling down my face.
You mark my body with your brand –
Claiming it with screams and scars,,
Seeking to shatter my soul.
But you forget that silence can scream louder than a thousand shouts,
You forget that new life can rise from smouldering ashes,
You forget that a single shaft of light can shatter darkness,
And you forget that a scarred body can shield a soul
Sacred in its silence.
That’s it for this week – thank you for reading!
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this poem… I know it’s a sensitive topic, but it’s one I really wanted to open doors to discuss. Maybe this poem can help do that just a little bit…