Homework 26.11.12
Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 10:20 pm
I have been doing some casual work at a refuge for women and children from domestic violence, as well as training to work on a crisis line. This fortnights' prompts steered me very clearly in this direction!!
It is still in draft form - probably will change the name, and possibly the ending - which refers to refuge/outreach support workers.
Domestic Violence
© Irene Conner
19.11.12
My vision's blurred,
No sound is heard,
My heart is palpitating.
I'm filled with fear;
Is my end near?
Why am I hesitating?
I wander back
Along the track
To childhoods carefree days.
I never dreamt
What hatred meant;
how love, with pain betrays.
I hide in there -
I cannot care
About the truth I'm living.
When anger's done
The battle's won;
I'm meant to be forgiving.
Too much abuse
Is my excuse
To hang my head and hide.
Too big a task
For me to ask
"Who am I - deep inside?"
Harsh words erode
And fists explode
A fragile self-esteem.
"Why am I here?"
No longer clear -
He's shattered ev'ry dream.
But I'll rebel!
I've been to hell
And back for many years.
I've had enough!
I must get tough
If I'm to dry my tears.
No more he'll drag
This punching bag
At angers’ beck and call.
Support I've found;
they'll be around
To catch me when I fall.
It is still in draft form - probably will change the name, and possibly the ending - which refers to refuge/outreach support workers.
Domestic Violence
© Irene Conner
19.11.12
My vision's blurred,
No sound is heard,
My heart is palpitating.
I'm filled with fear;
Is my end near?
Why am I hesitating?
I wander back
Along the track
To childhoods carefree days.
I never dreamt
What hatred meant;
how love, with pain betrays.
I hide in there -
I cannot care
About the truth I'm living.
When anger's done
The battle's won;
I'm meant to be forgiving.
Too much abuse
Is my excuse
To hang my head and hide.
Too big a task
For me to ask
"Who am I - deep inside?"
Harsh words erode
And fists explode
A fragile self-esteem.
"Why am I here?"
No longer clear -
He's shattered ev'ry dream.
But I'll rebel!
I've been to hell
And back for many years.
I've had enough!
I must get tough
If I'm to dry my tears.
No more he'll drag
This punching bag
At angers’ beck and call.
Support I've found;
they'll be around
To catch me when I fall.