SHATTERED

  He enters the room

She hears him call

She’s trying to hide

Wants to melt into the wall

He summons her

She brings in the tea

“You stupid woman!

Didn’t you hear me?!”

She stands with her head bowed

He raves and rants

Calling her names so hard

Instead of breathing he pants

From what she did do

To what she didn’t, nothing is right,

The look on his face fills her with fright

Little by little, she’s eroding inside

What this is doing to her

Is in plain sight

But his are the eyes, that refuse to see

“When I talk to you” he thunders “look at me!!!”

On and on it goes, day after day

There is no respite from it, no holiday

This is an abuse that doesn’t leave scars

Nor does it let you be, the way you are

Emotional Abuse is the worst of its kind

It kills your spirit

It numbs your mind

It shouldn’t be allowed to

And if it’s allowed to

There’s only one person to blame

And that person is You.

  ~Mayuri Sharma~

(I watched a program on ‘Emotional Abuse’ which angered me, disturbed me….and got this poem out of me. )

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