Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.
Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.
I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?
A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.
My Life In An Abusive Family
I went through a long period of time in my life of physical and emotional and all sorts of abuse, but this is truly inspiring in some way. And I get it so well. I was you. Silent, resilient,...
Tears
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2014 with permission of the Author.