Damaged Goods

I breathe. I bathe. Hot water because I’m cold; so cold, alone, and afraid
Relieved that I lived. Retreat into my mind, I was told… I should be thankful to be alive
Anger. Anguish. I relinquished myself to be saved; my safe place – alone in cave
I caved when they came and I lay there ashamed, tainted name as the only thing left to blame
Trade my life with yours, a picture perfect as the only thing I had left to frame
Bound to myself trying to maintain this charade; I lived because I only had myself to save
Languid language. Diminished. Down, out, and finished like I was just a game to play
So I crashed into you like a tide in hopes you would accept me that way, but instead you just waved me away
Left alone after that tirade, lonely and lame like the dirtiest stain that can’t be washed away
I looked up at the clock display, tick tock fade to gray, I watched as the clock ticked night to day
Vivid and vivacious now livid and nameless, chilled to the bone by a breeze blown to be swayed
Confused… I once again reclused into pain, repeating “please don’t rescue that which refuses to be saved”
No excuse for the fear of being afraid, I was profuse in tears sipping booze, bruised and scathed
But I didn’t need anyone else to take my pain, besides who would want something half insane
Half in strapped to the pain covered with makeup and laughs like I was only half of brave…..

So I turned to a passion and picked myself up like a maid; done with the pain like ash in tray
Because I had only known what was promised would never last and stay, a lesson costing my heart as the pay
Till you came my way and showed me I didn’t need to mask the blame, so I only can ask the same
Can you see past those facts and let me shine for you like the hope for which you’ve asked and prayed?

Because even bruised and maimed; I choose refusing to believe that anyone is branded that way
When you’re used to abuse, it’s true – a personal truce is always the hardest view to take
Then you cared to stay and showed me that I’m no longer damaged goods on display
A misused heart never trusts the same, but mine has forgiven and is willing give in if that’s the choice you choose to make

Damaged Goods

S .

Joined January 2009

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I’m starting to write this description and I really dont know where to start…. This poem is written from the perspective of an abused/raped woman…

This one was really hard for me to write, but i felt i needed to write one for the beautiful women who show me what real strength looks like. Who go through the pain, who hurt, who suffer, who come out stronger, and for the ones that don’t ….. For the ones I’ve known, loved, lost, and have with me today.

And for anyone who has been through this… much love
And for you… live

Thanks for your comments, favorites, and support…
Shoaib

edited 7/13/12

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