A Painful Secret

 

The bruise he slapped across her face,

Is hidden with makeup without a trace,

The tears that are her lullaby,

Are just faint streaks she will deny,

 

The humility she wears when she’s with him,

Is replaced with the light that he made dim,

She transforms from sorrow to beauty and more,

The moment she walks out that force-broken door,

 

She portrays to have the perfect life,

In the back of each of her friends there is a knife,

She fools every last one with the lies she tells,

With her face of beauty and voice like bells,

 

Her troubled heart she will never reveal,

Hurts more daily and sworn to conceal,

She hides it well, but its becoming too much,

She’s afraid she can’t take even one more punch,

 

What happens at home they wouldn’t believe,

And if they did they couldn’t conceive,

Though she’s not what they thought they have to see,

She is truly amazing for living with the monster her dad can be,

 

Her bruises are now taking longer to heal,

For his blows are getting harder and more painful to feel,

She’s much having more trouble covering them,

And if they are seen it’s her father they will condemn,

 

She’s tired of keeping the secret she must,

She not only feels guilty, also regret and disgust,

But what is to do with a secret so painful?

With a heart full of grief and Father so disdainful,

 

As always, all eyes are on her when she is called out of class,

She is told her father is in jail and she shatters like glass,

She breaks down in tears and her bruises are revealed,

It’s now plain to see what her lips have always sealed,

It’s been a year to the day since her secret was founded,

She was surprised it was in comfort not hate she was surrounded,

Now without a single secret or lie to lead,

She can live that ideal life and finally succeed.

Reviews

[Noel]

Aww, this one was sad. I was impressed though, (it rhymed). You wrote well on personal situations which is hard for some people to do. Many people can realate to this poem, and you wrote it beautifully. Good read, and good write.

[Crazy Cat Man]

i can relate so much to this poem. Its really hard to deal with......becuz u feel like its your fault..and tears and bruises are a weakness you feel you are showing to others but in fact its evidence to show the abuses insecurities. i love this piece...... you should read my poem "At 7 Years old" i absolutely love this piece

This is very good! What a painful subject to write about! I wished more women had the power or someone to go to and tell their painful secrets too! Great poem. Well written for such a tragic subject!

[Rambling Prose]

My heart sunk while reading this heartfelt, emotional outpouring. In an effort to not seem callous, dare I say, well done? I shall indeed, for the imagery brought tears to my eyes, and this, my friend, is the mark left upon the heart when the power of the pen - successfully - evokes emotions.

Well done...

[Brandon]

Wow very sad piece. It was very nicely done. great job.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Such a process this learning of life can be.
We come to realize eventually that secrets bind us.
Truth frees.
We learn eventually that exposing criminals frees everyone,
even the responsible, but only time teaches this.
Perhaps suffering has brought you joy in your art, for you are
an excellent writer.
RATE: 100%
---- Eagle Cruagh

[missrain]

i learned that life is like driving in a car, you can look back from the rear mirror once in awhile but has to move forward and choose the right path.