To push

He pushes me

Is he blind to my pain?

To stand

I stand still

And cling onto my last piece of dignity

A soul

My soul is broken

It shattered long ago under his protection


I am crippled

His whip is figurative, but my scars run deeper still


Cresting waves

Have dragged me to the bottom

The truth

To tell the truth

Would do no good, I am beyond repair


Can only sew my body

They can not approach what really needs mending