(Social service workers, therapists and group counselors encounter broken people everyday.  One particular concern in the United States is dating violence where 1 in 4 teenagers encounters an abusive relationship.  Here is one girl’s story.)

Torn.
Let me wrap
my arms around you
your cracked soul
leaks salty tears
burns your fettered wounds.

a world named “love”
is obsolete
hell is nicer
this being our witness
our names changed
to “battle”.

I will let him know
scars mark you
with shame
but I am power
and will name his name.
Bruises.

The flowers are ugly
a painted neck and chest
where love landed
his inhuman disregard
for everything beautiful
burns as lightening.

Nightmares.
Drowning in the tide
unable to recede
the planets shine no more.
I stand behind you
the salvation of your heart.

 

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