Love hurts.
Not a breakup that makes your heart ache
But an angry red mark from your dad’s hand across your face
Hurtful pain followed by confusion as your cousin tries to comfort you
by saying ‘this is just something men do’
The scream but no one hears you pain,
as you realize the cycle you are destined to repeat.
Haunting pain that doesn’t allow you to sleep
If sleep comes, it filled with nightmares from which you can’t awaken
With hands that incessantly brush your cheek and feed you lies, leaving your soul shaken
And sad, hopeless whispers of “it’s just the way it is.”
Empty threats of other women claiming to give the perpetrator a piece of their mind
Just for their peace of mind
Harsh words that are given no merit
Words do nothing to stop the curse you are forced to inherit
By: Sarah Harbut
All Rights Reserved
This poem is continued in my soon to be published book.
Expressive writing 