In This World Our Love Is So Small

[Red Dog]

I used to think the worst pain in the world was when my heart was shattered into millions of tiny pieces, my little arms and legs covered in bruises, my expression one of amazement of how cruel this world could be.

I used to think the worst pain in the world was watching the blue black of my child's hair descend into nothingness, speckles of dust, never heard his voice come crashing into this world.

Now I know better.

Losing the thread between my beloved and I, hearing him sigh, the haunted expression on my face revealing a mind that has confronted ruin for far too long, because the wounds never healed, because his love tears through me so I give birth to this song and hope to never look back again lest I turn to stone.

 

[Lady of Longbourn]

Very nicely said Red Dog.

 

[Red Dog]

Thanks, Ayesha. My experiences are starting to spill into my poetry more and more. I am hungry to find resources which help explain why survivors of child abuse tend to sabotage their relationships. I just don't understand myself sometimes.

 

[Rayay360]

I like the poem! It creates powerful imagery for me. If you find any resources that explain why survivors of childhood abuse sabotage their relationships please share them, I also don't understand myself sometimes.