Abuse can be silent screams
A tearing of ideas
The feeling nobody cares
Bruises aren’t always blue
cannot be recognized
by the eyes of me and you
Danger can hide
Behind the world’s definition of right
But when you listen close to the subtle things
You realize nobody sings
Of joy, of freedom
Because all has been stolen
By the thief of the night
Shadows cloud any bright
Where is the hope
For someone hanging onto the last piece of tattered rope?
Jesus whose clothes were gambled
A tiny covering of his loins
Splayed out on a cross
Obeying His Father, the Holy Boss
His death is our lifeline
When we are brow-beaten and spiritually dry
He knows when we suffer
Sometimes there is no buffer
For He who rose
To breathe life back into the dark and broke
This poem is written in honor of all who are or ever have been in abusive relationship. Your emotional, spiritual, and physical health are important to God, important to me.
If you or someone you know is an unsafe relationship, please share this post and get help as soon as possible.
God never intended love to hurt physically or emotionally.
National Domestic Violence Hotline 1800 799-7233
National Suicide Hotline 1800 273-8255