abuser

Abuser.

Your rainbow always seemed to live within me.
But it is a mere paradox inside a Pandora ’s Box,
Whose bitter rough crusted and tired outer shell,
Feels like slowly torn wet flesh, now yielding open.

For in its many colours rest those chestnut folds,
A pure cold hard peripheral vision of Paralysis;
Where in honesty there rests not one hope hold,
And thoughts dominion is made a mockery.

Instead, there within, lies a yell of empty hell
Where the repulsive entwine with the repulsed
Caused by the bitter state of empty foolish play;
Being fuelled by the burning hatred of my heart.

For you left here an object of no self-worth,
A creature that was a child of near purity
For the red book you gave me brought a curse
And led this open gentle soul to bitter poverty.

But though your actions left with me a bitter stain,
And the benumbing of an inerasable brutal memory;
It is through the acceptance of your cruel actions,
That I rise from the trench of your sour blasphemy.

Here, now: hope remains as Pandora’s box is opened,
Allowing its chestnut walls to reverberate with light;
Absorbing the hatred, of that long ingrained moment:
To then defeat these hurtful repulsive images outright.

And though Insomnia still occasionally blights me,
The lack of sleep does not crack my softening soul;
Yes, your repulsive actions have their own banshee,
But you, abuser, have no room left here to extoll.

For above my head now shines a crystal rainbow,
Its colours shaped by light, shine upon my heart;
Turning the burning poison around into pure healing,
leaving hands now an open lotus to the broken sum.

(c) adh2013