Um hello, I saw on Ana's message board that you wanted a poem on domestic violence...
I write poems as a coping mechanism for what happened in the past, so I don't really think this one is as good as the other one, but I hope it meets your expectations if not exceeding...
I didn't even know how it started,
Or when it started.
Like I was there before,
I am here after,
But I have changed.
Changed in ways I can't even describe.
Your harsh painful words are now inscribed,
Inscribed in my heart,
My heart that is now scarred.
Everytime your hand touches me roughly
I try to fight it toughly.
But I can't do it anymore,
For once, you used to be mi amore.
You thought you had me trapped,
Everytime when you slapped.
But no, that's not who I am,
I am not your pitiful lamb
I am the wild Warrior.
Watch me,
I will go to my own Sun,
And if I am burned by its fire,
I will fly with scorched wings.
Everytime you hit me,
I would be in tears.
Then you would sweetly whisper in my ear,
"You are not strong enough to withstand the storm"
Little did you know,
I am the storm.
I am the phoenix.
I rise from the ashes as a beautiful soul,
Young, curious and full of hope,
I burn to ashes as I get old,
Just to rise from it once more.
Because I never chose the pain.
I chose you,
And the pain followed...