SUPPORTING THE CAMPAIGN TO END ABUSE AGAINST WOMEN AND CHILDREN ………… Prose by Wilma Chelius (Board Member GBCW)
Our life together
S H A T T E R E D!
Your words leave my emotions like broken pieces of rose-tinted glass
The venom cutting deeper than the blows rained upon my
Bruised and battered body
The hurt, the terror mirrored in our children’s wounded eyes,
penetrating deep into their innocent souls, as they cower
with a sense of powerlessness, seeing through
all your endless lies!
a guilt not theirs to own, as they cry out defencelessly for you to stop, retreating deeper into their
scarred souls – I yet again
in an attempt to preserve peace, take the blame for your misdemeanour…
Feeling your undeserved contempt spreading like a toxin, contaminating
my already broken spirit, attempting to shield our children
from the harsh reality of our tainted home
I have begun to dread your words of ‘love’ – seeing them for
what they are; manipulative and meaningless, your
crocodile tears and empty promises, slither off my numbed emotions,
I shudder at your touch; supposed instruments of love that, hours ago beat me black and blue
Life becomes a soulless ritual of declarations of love and hate – brief moments of
hope dashed into a deeper pit of despair….
Can words of love come from the same wellspring of hatred?
Just as the new dawn begins to light a darkened and tumultuous sky, so
I begin to see you for what you are – weak, afraid and
insecure at the very essence of my being…
As a phoenix, I will
rise from the ashes again
For I am
the beauty of
Written by Wilma Chelius
1 September 2013