The Cycle

This poem is a depiction of the horribly cycle of abuse.

his heart is destroyed,

from the pain of his past.

and with all of his anger,

her face he did smash.

 

with his fist.

 

and the sound kills,

their small child.

breaking her heart,

her tears become loud.

 

in her night time,

she cries for peace.

witnessing anger,

hers begins to unleash.

 

and her baby is hurting,

from the yells she endures.

her mommy is pained,

the rage she can't ignore.

 

and the baby grows older,

and lashes out soon.

feeding the hatred,

of his soul's opened wound.

 

and the cycle recycles,

and kills in it's path.

the smiles of the children,

whose parents did lash.

 

and scream,

and torture,

in the night's endless wish.

 

through the window of violence,

of a child's wanted kiss.

who stares out her window,

in that darkness of bliss.

 

empying her pain with stars,

and her Guides.

caressing the secrets,

that drip from her eyes.

 

and she stands as she grows,

holding this thought in her wound.

the cycle must end,

before hatred consumes.

 

such a heart that is pure,

with the power to heal.

the pain in her neighbors,

whose sadness is real.

 

and her work becomes food,

that the lonely do seek.

and she teaches of love,

with every breath she does speak.

 

and that love embraces,

and spreads to new souls.

as their hope becomes power,

to re-gain control.

 

for the cycle won't end,

until a soul can forgive.

the darkness that lives,

in the anger that's hide.

 

from that man that is pained,

but succombs to his light.

to speak softly while hurting,

and protects his loving wife.

 

and that daughter grows strong,

in the love she has seen.

and carries such passion,

to her baby's pure dream.

 

in the window of love,

that the child stares in the night.

while laying in bed,

without fear-without fright.

 

and she sleeps with her Guides,

who caress her soft smile.

while her knowledge runs strong,

of love all the while.

 

 

~Taubah Blackman

 

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This is a reallly excellent poem about abuse with a happy ending. I wish all such abuse
situations could end so well. The poem is well written to and flows
along nicely. I enjoyed reading it and was glad all was not lost!

Good job!

Tina