Longing

A Poem by merelyme

One view on the horror of domestic violence.

I watch the waves that are viciously falling
in rhythm upon the weary, time-scarred shore,
marveling at the way it accepts the beating
without thought to the bitter promise of more.

I know that nature never fails to follow
the stone-carved pattern constructed in the past;
the sky, the earth, the sea deep and shallow:
all victims to the laws that endure and last.

I cannot – though trying – numb my aching nerves
to cope with the feeling like the tired sand
in the struggle to accept ev’ry blow he serves,
each time showering my flesh with colored bands.

I dream of the peace known to beaches far and wide,
their lack of objection at the come of the tide.