Final Tears…(A woman abused) I have cried my last cry…. And I have shed my last tears… My hands are raw from clenching my fists… My body is numb from the wounds that hardly heal… Ribs cracked from the last bout… I am tired… And I have no feeling in my right arm… Can hardly see through my left eye… My lips swollen and larger than my face… Yet I feel less and feel detached… I no longer care… What you do to me will no longer harm and hurt… It seems as if my soul floats above my head… Watching from a safe distance all that is going on… My heart is secure and beyond your touch… I am free from you… Physically, I may be here for you within reach… But my spirit is a thousand miles roaming paradise… Alive and sheltered and I my own piece of heaven… Beyond your reach, beyond your comprehension… I welcome death…. If there were no end to this circus of me… No other conceivable escape for my person… My soul in watch and smiling in unison with me… As I slit my wrists and feel the gush of blood… That shall set me free to join my soul…Birth sign: Aquarius
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