One week after moving in with the wolf disguised,
Through a beating; no anger or frustration am I to realize.
I am not allowed to feel in any extreme.
Neither am I allowed to cry or scream.
I am to do only as I am told;
for to do otherwise again the violence will unfold.
I will be grateful for this I have been given;
a home that will never be mine-that I live in.
So I shall silently cry and wish.
for my Daley Storm and internally relish~
Basking in his love that was so pure;
if only I could have known this before.
the door to my cage was locked into place--
like the bruises now visible upon my neck and face.
The wolf knew.
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A contest entry
- May I Prompt You? VII - Physical Abuse by Manda Kathryn.
500 points, ended November 22, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow.
I love the metaphor of a wolf ... this is brillantly penned for the picture and I am in awe
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Thank You & Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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