When the morning comes

an abusive reality

When the morning comes

 

When the morning comes

So does the light

So does the peace

No more shadows

The dangerous rampage has ceased

 

When the morning comes

So do the bruises

So does more pain --

No more denial

The beast rests to rise again

 

His hands never tire

Of causing pain

Of bringing grief

Of beating down

And breaking apart

 

His hands never tire

Of smashing up

And causing confusion all around

 

His hands never tire

Enough to stop

Stop fighting

Stop hitting

Stop destroying

 

When the morning comes

Will I still be here?

Will anybody care?

 

When the morning comes

Will it be too late?

 

For me?

For him?

 

When the morning comes

What can you say you have done?

 

For me?

For him?

 

When the morning comes…

Reviews

[Kiara]

heartbreakingly sad
yet still amazingly written : )
thank you for sharing!
-arabella

[Chris Willits]

This is a good poem. My favorite line is "The beast rests to rise again", I think because I used to have anger problems and that line makes me reflect on those days. The poem is strong with a clear picture of what she, the narrator is saying. Great job.

[Kasia A. Tilander]

This is such a heartbreaking yet striking piece. You've captured the feelings of despair and hopelessness perfectly and made them into poetry.

Thank you for sharing your talent and your heart.

Kasia.

[C Lee]

finally read this. so sorry for the time delay!! this is sad, brutal, good questions to ponder in the relationship sense.

[Roy L. Pickering Jr.]

You truly captured the despair that comes on the heels of a tragedy with this poem. It moves with the rhythm of a woman swaying to somber music at a wake. It pulses with the meter of the bluest of blues. Nicely executed.

[Yira Simone]

Wow...this was very amazing I truly enjoyed this very much. I agree you really captured the feelings and the seriousness of domestic violence. This was very well written. This is a fav for me. I too will pray for this family.-Catrina

[Teridr]

Hi, Kimberly,

The voice of the narrator is very strong and so genuine, unfortunately. By that, I mean I've volunteered in a battered women's shelter, and the resignation you put into the lines of your poem speak in a very true statement.

My only suggestion would be to complete the repetition of "His hands never tire". You have "His hands never get tired", and it's always good to have repetitions in threes in both prose and poetry. It creates a flow.

I'll keep your neighbor in my prayers tonight. You've done a wonderful job reminding us how important it is to remember this happens and all too frequently.