I used to hide in the dark
corners of my room
.
I used to hear yelling and cussing
down the long hallways
If I remained silent,
I may not have been beaten
.
A lesson learnt for when
I cried out loud
I was sure to get the belt
.
I was too young to understand abuse
All I knew was to sit in my corner;
cover my ears and weep softly
Sad tears falling down my cheeks
.
When the yelling stopped,
I saw my mom often battered and bruised
She would tell me to go silently back to my room
Back to my corner
.
I now understand that she was trying to protect me
from the abusive hands of my stepfather
.
I’m all grown-up now but have bruises and scars
My husband beats me and blames me for his actions
Perhaps, I’m to blame because
I won’t stay silent anymore
.
When I can no longer stand his abusive ways,
I sit back in my corner and suffer in silence
My corner is still my place of solitude,
a place where I still feel safe
.
The abusive cycle has become my life
I may be all grown up
but I still remain yesterdays girl
Honorable mention
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A poignant poem that is beautifully written and deserves a big HUG! 
