She sings because she’s happy, tunes tapping her resolve
Her melodies are methods for melancholy to dissolve
A hum celebrating joy, as it emerges from within
Its lullaby cast crescents arcing in her grin
Tears are not from sadness, but a product of her state
Inner piece now dripping in a droplet down her face
Her prancing feet are to the beat of happiness’s drum
Tapping to a tune that is cheerfulness’s sum
Yet, suddenly this tapping skips from its even pace
The rhapsody is remedied from its joyful race
Inoculations seem to be the product of a man
Foreboding upturned lips through the raising of a hand
Suspension with intension to strike this damsel down
Beast puppeteer’s beauties lips into a trembled frown
Positioned as if waving, to an absent passer by
This hand produces droplets now fearful from the eye
The beast embodies father, brother and soul mate
Momentarily, this limb suspends with fury fueling traits
Yesterday, tender strokes where doused upon this dame
Today a hand will strike, ensuing charred remains
The aftermath a shaking beauty-clutching that which burns
The imprint of a hand, signifies a man who churns
Who stews, who brews, from daily dues, adding whisky to the pot
The beast is brought to broil, then lights the coil with molten shots
Broth abruptly spilling over dousing dame with fear
The stirring beast, spoils the feast with flames that dually sear
A victim lies in turmoil residing in tempered stew
Simmering in suffrage with nothing she can do
A perpetuating cycle fueled by the absentee of hope
Beasts palpable remorse tightens wrists cuffing rope
The throwing blows like paper cuts, not grave but ever burning
Dames Pain remains when aesthetics aren’t concerning
A leash that wont relinquish without external aid
The marking scorched in skin purely fuels the flower trade
With each fume the beauty hones her skills to mask the former night
Denial put this file in chest marked “own fathers plight”
The maiming shame now stowed in heart and padlocked draws
Sympathy imparts submission to the pleading on all fours
What will strip these shackles fortified by beastly mourning?
Is it the bruised reflections, that beauties now adorning?
Is it the voice of reason that comes to her at night?
Is it the next-door neighbor who overheard the fight?
Beasts pitied pleads yield cuffing leads which paralyze this wife
That noose not lose as braiding burns when beauty takes her life
Mind to Unbind 
oh my God, help us all, so touching and powerful. Such a sad state of things… my heart aches for all abused peoples. love and light to you. Michelle
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Thank you for commenting with kindness. Hearts and hands should be shed to pull individuals of domestic violence out of the mental and physical clasps of abuse. Awareness is where change starts
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Haunting and hauntingly familiar. I praise a God that pulled me from the wreckage of abuse and pray to One who can heal others like me.
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I’m glad to hear you are out of the situational devastation. This piece is to raise awareness, for people to start talking, so that it is not an unmentionable for bystanders. Thank you for the comment.
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Reblogged this on David Snape and Friends.
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Your outlook is inspiring. Thank you for allowing my words to be a part of your vision. I am humbled
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Thank you so much 😃😃😃
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You have to live that to truly understand the horrors. Great poem.
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Thank you. I hope you are free from the tyranny of daily fear. Peace
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It has to be said. It needs to stop. It doesn’t though. So, it needs to be said again… until it reaches the victims and empowers them. Until it reaches the friends and sets a spark that lights a chain that helps the victim or breaks the cycle of the beasts. Until the cycle stops its spread to generation after generation. Until these victims have peace, not from a rope but from safety inside new beginnings of respect and calm. Let this not be naivety.
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Thank you for the comment. My hope is that the bystanders, abusers and the abused stumble upon my blog. If just one persons pain can be lessened by my words it will be worth every syllable. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment so thoughtfully. This stage holds the worded fight to end the fight.
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Wow this is amazing
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Thank you!
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Gosh! That actually struck a cord somewhere. I feel words like these, voices like yours are needed to bring a change.
Reblogged it on inkheartsvcsg.
(BTW:loved ur tagline)
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Thank you! It means so much for this message to be heard. Your reblogg just might save a life. Words are our weapons
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No! You deserve that message.
I fully agree.
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Reblogged this on Inkhearts and commented:
A voice against an evil!!
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Thank you so much for the Reblog. I apologize for my delayed reply, I only just saw the comment. Your support is greatly appreciate.
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