| | "Domestic violence causes far more pain than the visible marks of bruises and scars." ~ Dianne Feinstein
Hi all,
I'm sorry that it has been 10 days without an update. I wanted to post this piece for a while, but never had the time, and I didn't feel it had the caliber either. I feel it is powerful, but isn't complete. I'll let you decide.
Empty Space - 1/10/2008
It's too late to hate,
I'm one step passed 'had enough',
It's like nothing resonates in his head when I say 'stop'.
He says 'I love you' and it frustrates me beyond belief.
Those deadly words have bruised me, they've scarred me.
Part of me feels torn, and the other feels nothing,
There is an empty space that eats me up inside,
The warmth of his body cuts me cold,
But I can't seem to let go.
It's too late to hate,
I'm one step passed 'I'm done with this'.
He doesn't seem to care and promises he'll stop,
I don't trust him anymore and the look on his face hurts me so much,
As his hand connects with my face,
This empty space engulfs in flames and destroys a memory bank of pictures in frames.
'I've had enough, I'm done with this'.
It's too late to hate,
I'm one step passed 'I'm leaving'.
NO man will ever raise their hand against me,
This beauty is profound and I'm a woman on a mission,
To help with getting past the remission,
Barren trees and dried up leafs,
I can only love when it's in season,
I'm single for a reason,
Maybe it's cyclical in this empty space,
The void between love and hate,
Maybe you can relate,
But in some way this was my fate,
I'm here to give a voice,
To tell you there is a choice,
To be bold and brave,
And not living in a grave,
To stand up and fight,
And give the abused their right,
To take this empty space,
Give it up with haste.
It's too late to hate,
I'm one step passed 'I'm going to make a difference'.
This new reality is of the essence,
It is the only thing that makes sense,
I am finally reasoning for myself,
Finally respecting myself.
This empty space mutates and isolates,
When all I really need is someone who can relate,
We all carry these empty spaces,
Lets shatter these vases,
That are holding flowers blooming with sensation.
It's too late to hate,
I'm one step passed 'living my life right'.
I got past the empty spaces,
I've filled them with smiling faces and happy occasions,
Thank you for the courage,
Thank you for the support,
Thank you for helping me find my own worth,
It's too late to hate,
And I'm one step passed 'forgetting him'.
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I hope to update soon. Let me know what you thought, or how it could be more powerful.
Peace out,
ModernJourney
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