Stain on the Soul

An abstract poem about how abuse permanently mars the soul.

Oh soul mine, I beg you fight another day, for…

         It’s in the forging of me

It’s in the edges of me

         It’s in the shadows of me

         It’s in the mirage of me

so melt, and caress, and shine, and reveal my soul

 

It’s in the baseness of me.

         It’s in the center of me

It’s in the tangle of me

It’s in the terror of me

so spread, so infuse, so unravel, and so fear not my soul

 

It’s in the rending of me

It’s in the shredding of me

It’s in the wreckage of me           

         It’s in the essence of me

so purify, so heal, so empower, and so let breath my soul

Author's Note

This uses messages, sometimes abstract, to describe the impact abuse has on a small child's soul. It is not about an inability to recover from abuse. I believe myself to be very close to full recovery if not fully recovered. But writing keeps the cob webs in the corner at bay.

I can recall how it felt, but I do not feel it anymore in real time. It is like going from constantly replayed video to a static picture. I can remember it, and I can write about it, but I don't have to suffer the pain of those emotions anymore, though they are a scar on my soul forever.

I survived the Devil for 18 years and now I live the life I want to live.

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

I love your form here and it flows nicely. Full of emotion, you did a great job on such a hard topic.