Creative Writing

Torn

Gentle winds beneath moonlit skies

Have you not heard my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, way out hear

Can you not feel my pain and fear?

Near rushing creeks and quiet streams,

Listen for my saddened screams. 

Under an array of stars,

Do you not feel my jagged scars?

Quiet night, seek not my heart,

For simply … it has been torn apart.

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Creative Writing

Letter To My Abuser

I still remember

That rainy, cold day

In late March.

A day that will forever

Haunt me.

•••

I remember

Every heavy hand

That crossed my face.

The powerful fists

That cracked my bones.

•••

I remember

The pain I felt

Pulsating through my body

As you forced me down

Against my will.

•••

I remember

The fear

Of how far you might go

With all your rage.

As you threaten my life.

•••

You have scarred

My life with so much pain.

A constant nightmare

That lingers in my mind.

•••

So I write to you

As a reminder of all my pain.

You have left a mark

I will never

•••

Never forget.