Authored: October 15, 2017

A restlessness burns through me
Unbidden, unchained, anew
My story is but one of a countless many
In the darkness, the agony illuminates
The survivor can see, can feel it
Forever changed by the pain that he has been through.

A hand reaches out from the darkness
Beckons me to help the unseen
I grasp the hand firmly and pull you from the agony
I know it well
Like the Tanat in this wine I drink
Salted skin a memory.

Even the survivor is still broken but living
Yet he has understood and learnt
That the sound the wind makes
On these grey cloudy days are like sighs.

Recovery from hurt opens your eyes
Everything you once thought you knew
Is stripped away
A familiar shore.

After abuse comes clarity
I will help those I can
If there is 1 second, I can cut of their suffering
At the hands of the toxic souls that use love as a weapon
I will.

The survivor of abuse survives because they are strong
When you close the door to that abuser
Those will be the last sighs of the wind in those trees
Upon this familiar shore I stand
I see the struggles of those coming ashore
And I will reach out and offer help....

Your still here
Seems you recognised
those fiery eyes
should have seen
should have read between the lines
you did it once.

Tell me what they say....
Or does it not matter?