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Locked in your embrace I begin to bleed
Bloodied rags lie scattered across the room
I hide these wounds from the world
My secret ornaments lest they look at me askance.
I smile at the strangers who stare
Shining a harsh light upon my veiled life
Conjuring up explanations for my appearance
Deflecting and assigning blame to myself
To others we shine in the light of the day
I fear sunsets as my quivering heart attests
So when tempests rage in hidden sight
I question myself when will the storm subside
And why do I wear this crown of thorns?
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word count:100
This week's prompt did present some prickly problems so I decided to go the poetic route on a subject that is a scourge on the society.
To read the other writers this week click here.
I'd love to read what you think about this post...
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteCrown of thorns, indeed. When the bruises and cuts heal, the scars continue to hold the victim captive. Thought provoking piece and video.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It is indeed about being trapped in the cycle of abuse. Thank you for reading and commenting Rochelle.
DeleteI read your poem twice - so thought provoking!
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Thank you Susan.
DeleteThere's a lot of meat in this piece. The crown of thorns is a nice image
ReplyDeleteThanks Neil.
DeleteI also read it twice, Subroto. A well-written sober piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading Dale.
DeleteThis is brilliant, heart-wrenching and sadly so true.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gabi, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ali.
DeleteSad that the abused so often are unable to break free from their situation. The psychological hold their abusers have on them is hard to understand, and so tragic. A sensitive portrayal of your character's suffering.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard when they know they are being abused and yet can't leave. Thanks for your comment Margaret.
DeleteDelicate subject matter that you handled flawlessly. Great write!
ReplyDeleteThank you Violet.
DeleteThat crown of thorns never goes away, until you leave the abuser and face the abuse. What a painfully sharp story, Subroto. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteA haunting description of the life of a victim. Incredibly sad but excellently done!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting Brenda.
DeleteBeautiful in a dark haunting way...
ReplyDeleteThank you Tannille, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteReality poetically expressed.
ReplyDeleteThis surely needs to be addressed.
"Why embrace the crown of thorns?" many do ask.
But, walking away does seem to be a Herculean task...
The lucky ones walk away while the less fortunate while the crown put on their head. Thanks for reading and commenting Anita.
DeleteSubroto, you have stunned me with this poem! To have written such a perfect, moving and imagery-laden piece within the fetters of 100 words is an outstanding feet, one that confirms my belief that all good writers are a poet at heart.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that generous praise Umashankar, I am glad you liked the poem.
DeleteGreat imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa.
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