I believe this poem could describe a vast majority of people. There are many forms of abuse, too many victims to count in this world. Every day sees that list grow larger and larger.
We all have hearts. Sometimes though we are forced to cut them out and put them somewhere free of pain. Unfortunately, if we leave them there too long, it ends with us being the ones to inflict familiar pains on the new batch of victims.
D&M, I dearly love the first four lines. They have the sudden impact of insensible collisions. They set the stage in a way that lets each reader auto-focus in a split second of shared reality, of shared emotion. The next four lines impart character as to the nature and complexity of the tears offered as compensation to the abuser(s).
Reading on we begin to understand the internal fiber is both fragile and resilient; an unusual dichotomy that may not seem logical at first glance but we know by intuition that it can be so. The final lines - a summary of the damage inflicted, a prognosis of sorts, a battle scar in the war of life and a statement of humanity; "..she had (and still has) a heart (otherwise this could not have been written.)
A sacred, scarred breast.. laid bare for all the world to see for those with humble eyes and compassionate understanding.
Most parents tell their kids not to let words and what people say affect them, but it is these words that get drilled in to your head that you remember. My favorite lines:
"But a few harsh words
Scarred her heart
A tear escaped
She felt pain"
Brilliant! Great write!
I believe this poem could describe a vast majority of people. There are many forms of abuse, too many victims to count in this world. Every day sees that list grow larger and larger.
We all have hearts. Sometimes though we are forced to cut them out and put them somewhere free of pain. Unfortunately, if we leave them there too long, it ends with us being the ones to inflict familiar pains on the new batch of victims.