In quiet moments you will cross my mind.
I sometimes feel like you have never left.
Just when I think I’ve left the past behind,
Your shadow chokes my heart and steals my breath.
Allured by kindness to captivity,
Your harsh demeaning words broke down my will.
Blinded by love and my naivety,
I grew to fear the hands that once could thrill.
My bleeding pulp of broken heart in hand,
I woke up in the carnage of your lust.
You left unscathed. I limped away to stand,
Against the world who blames my misplaced trust.

Molested by the hands I once would kiss,
The judging world says I’m to blame for this?

© Rachel Svendsen 2014

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  1. Deep and soulful. You really are a natural Rachel! 🙂 I’ll never be tired of your works, they’re really really good. God bless you and SMILE! 🙂

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  2. Excellent sonnet! I worked for several years as a domestic violence advocate. I heard so many stories of love mixed up with all kinds of pain. No one deserves to be abused. Everyone deserves respect.

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