Brutalized Harmony

Agonized moan
crawling forward
digging fingers to dirt
pull self along
left to burn
left to bleed
indomitable will…..
I will not die.
Hands
so many hands
tearing
ripping clothes
pulling hair
closed fist to the face
I do not 
I did not
I should never have been brutalized.
Taken to a party
fed booze
pills
drugs
good time girl
rumor had it
not my truth
yet you did believe it.
Face blushed
covered in scarlet hue
eyes burn
pain
rage…..
must find help
must find it now
I shall not die
I will come for you
you may want to hide.
©April 3/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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