Caught in your fury.

by Poet on the Piano   Aug 28, 2018


I woke to thunder
yet the forecast only
mentioned sunny skies;
we were doomed the
moment she believed
he could change -
that anger could dissipate
and learn from its
violent mistakes.

I'm not lying
when I say it's been
m o n t h s

but the cupboards still
smashed into each other
and fists were raised as his
voice became a mountain
impossible to climb -
leaving a mark more permanent
than physical contact.

(I could never be heard
over this kind of chaos).

I hug myself with the
warmest blanket I own,
wanting to sink into
my bones.
Even in the middle of
August, I shiver.
Only fools believe in
transformations, that one
can be spared, that morning
light can bestow
any ounce of

mercy.

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  • 1 week ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Firstly, let me thanks for steering me to this poem - it is sending a big message.

    I like free verse. I like how it gifts the writer with the freedom of expression with the constrains of structure. Now, I am not suggestion there is no structure because there is. There are verses that are trail neatly down the page - no more than five words. Then the other short ones, where you change a beat or emphasise t i m e. I like these play with words.

    Domestic violence has been written about many times. I myself have done so. I do like the way you express an emotion with weather. I know this is not unique, but you use this metaphor with subtlety. I especially liked how effectively you used the mountain to express how impossible it would be to challenge such a rage. It is true that the mental scars last a lifetime - those words will ricochet a mind always; certainly, long after the cupboards have been repaired.

    What to do in the aftermath. It's happened again. Lies have been listened to. Advice ignored. And, his true colours have been revealed. Feeling a fool would make anyone want to retreat into the safest corner and cry. Mercy has no place for a foolish heart.

    Summary:

    The message of this poem is delivered with images of a volatile argument. The pain is depicted in such a way that the reader can easily 'feel' this and so sympathise/empathise. Transformation of an angry nature is rarely achieved. More likely that the person either leaves, or learns to live/ dodge the consequences. I believe that anyone reading this who may be going through abuse, may just find the strength to not believe the words of an abuser. The sad fact is, the abuser believes their lies too.

    Excellent in every way.

    • 1 week ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank you so much for reading and sharing your heartfelt thoughts. That means a lot to me.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I don't know why but this really really hit me hard very emotionally ma

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thanks, Em, my heart also hurts if you've had to go through this. I wrote this a few days ago and saved it, then posted it since this morning was basically another repeat of everything going on.

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