It’s silent, 

hidden away, 

Never discussed, 

never acknowledged.

Shameful, 

damaging, 

isolating
When love is dangerous, 

where do you hide?

When you can’t trust your 

own memories,

Who do you tell?
Soft bruises hide the damage 

within,

Loss of innocence,

The destruction of trust 

Unable to accept any hand 

that is offered

Because you don’t know if it will

slap 

instead of help
Where is the breaking point?

When do you flee?

Life or death 

or just the demolition of everything 

you ever knew?
Please, 

save the judgement

for someone 

who has time for it
Just be there for the flicker,

In case a window opens,

Allowing fresh air,

A new start