You Punched Me Again Today
Why? I loved you so much at the start
You Punched Me again
Bruised and confused,
you hurt me
You raised your hand,
I felt the sting,
My heart sank,
Like a stone in water.
You spoke in anger,
Cold and sharp,
Each word a scar,
That lingers still.
I stood so small,
Yet strong inside,
Though bruised and confused,
I will not fall.
Nights are heavy,
I lie awake,
Shadows speak,
Of what was done.
The mirror stares,
At marks I hide,
Skin remembers,
What you deny.
But I am here,
My breath is mine,
Each dawn I rise,
A step away.
Will you smile or punch me today?
one day I will run away
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Outstanding work Marie! 🫶🏾
Good one that should be part of a women's support group somehow.