I still feel your hand
as it struck my face.
I still see the look
that was contained in your eyes.
I still hear your voice
degrading my soul.
I still remember like yesterday
that i awakened in fear.
I still vividly empty my heart
onto the sheets of my journal.
I still live in constant fear
that your hand will bruise my face again.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
