Crying for the Future

December 22, 2010
By Anonymous

He thinks he knows why I cry,
As he cradles me in his arms-
The damage done by his own hand
Perhaps pressing lightly onto his conscience.
But no –
He grips me tighter,
Scolding me, warning me,
Time for tears is running out.
I try to still my sobs.

His lips crash against mine,
Rough, Unapologetic,
Daring me to protest.
One hand that caresses my face,
The other slipping down my arm
Carving fresh marks into my skin.
Over the blossoming shades
Of blue and violet and dark indigo
Splayed across my fair skin.

He is gentler now, though it is too late.
His eyes betray a shard of regret,
A fragment of self-hatred,
Hypnotizing my emotions to coincide with his,
To soothe him, forgive him,
Though I secretly tell myself he’ll change.
He softly kisses my cuts and bruises,
My countless scars from our past.
The weak lies I tell myself keep me conscious.
Like a child grips a dandelion
In hopes of earning a wish with one breath,
I cling to the tiny sliver of hope in my dreams,
Praying that it lies somewhere ahead
For I haven’t found it in the dark past behind me.

I am not crying for the past,
And all I have had to endure.
I am crying for the future
And my looming fate unsure.

The author's comments:
This is about being in an abusive relationship.

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This article has 4 comments.

AnonymousMe said...
on Jun. 21 2011 at 8:42 am
Y'alls graduation was so late! :P Were you a senior?

CarolynQ GOLD said...
on Jun. 20 2011 at 11:50 am
CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
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your welcomee. I'm def gonna check out all of your poetry in my spare time.. I'm running short of it though because I have graduation today and I'm rushing around.

AnonymousMe said...
on Jun. 20 2011 at 11:35 am
Thank you so much. The intensity I was able to funnel into this poem shocked even me. I really appreciate your comment.

CarolynQ GOLD said...
on Jun. 20 2011 at 11:12 am
CarolynQ GOLD, Manalapan, New Jersey
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Every line had a purpose. This is so deep and it touches just past the surface without getting to involved.  Once again you've reached perfection there's nothing to change in this poem at all, it's adapted a tone all its own which is mind blowing. I'll tell you this has got to be one of my favorites btw all your rhymes fit perfectly.

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