Reflections; Child Abuse

 

Reflections

I was 16-years-old when I wrote this dark, foreboding piece.  It was decades before I realized I had been writing about my own abuse.  Back then I titled it ‘Passionate Death’.

Flames shoot through the darkness

Yet the darkness is not there.

Passion erupts in a mind

Yet it is a mind cold to the eye.

Ecstasy bypasses pride

Yet the pride is only a cover.

Confusion bursts through to the mind

But a mind there is no longer.

All is animal and savage

Yet a wounded animal hides.

Hiding provides no safety

Yet safety is felt there.

Blackness shrouds the mind

Yet light is all around

Death prevails above all.

Copyright 1969 Joyce Bowen


https://www.bebee.com/@joyce-bowen

https://www.linkedin.com/in/joyce-bowen/

https://twitter.com/crwriter1

https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/author/joycebowen/

https://medium.com/@joycebowen

 

About the Author:  Joyce Bowen is a freelance writer and public speaker.  Inquiries can be made at crwriter@comcast.net

Sobre el autor: Joyce Bowen es un escritor independiente y orador público. Las consultas pueden hacerse en crwriter@comcast.net

 

My Patron site.  Please support my work.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: