Distress ( Sonnet on abuse)

I still hear the sounds of the past, silence

Anger wells up within stealing my peace

Trust is an issue and hard to give out

Innocence was stolen abuse and fear


Memories follow, menacing footsteps

Everyone who reaches out is suspect

Resist the comfort anger wells and spews

Emotional fists batter those near


Somewhere within is the answer waiting

First quiet the demons screaming my name

Voices are liars am worthy of love

My scars are tattoos of a survivor


No more tattoos allowed, Boundaries

I will lower my fists slowly,surely

This was inspired by a video on facebook, take the time and watch the video



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