Poetry Of A Borderline

he didnt mean it

In the shadows of the home, a darkness creeps,
Where love turns to fear, where silence weeps.
Domestic violence, a cruel and bitter brew,
Leaving scars unseen, wounds deep and true.

Behind closed doors, a nightmare unfolds,
A cycle of abuse, a story left untold.
Words like weapons, cutting through the air,
Leaving hearts shattered, beyond repair.

Physical blows, a bruised and broken skin,
A painful reminder of the battle within.
Emotional torment, a relentless ache,
Leaving souls tattered, hearts ready to break.

Children bearing witness, innocence lost,
Their tender hearts paying the ultimate cost.
A cycle repeating, generation to generation,
A legacy of pain and devastation.

But in the midst of the darkness, a glimmer of light,
Courage rising, ready to fight.
Voices breaking through the suffocating hush,
Seeking safety, seeking a just and fair rush.

Shelters open their doors, a sanctuary found,
A refuge from the storm, on solid ground.
Support and strength, a community's embrace,
Healing wounds, restoring grace.

Courageous survivors, rising from the debris,
Reclaiming their voices, setting themselves free.
Breaking chains of oppression, standing tall,
Refusing to be victims, answering the call.