A Poem for Sufferers of Domestic Violence

“Domestic violence is NOT okay!”

A friend of mine recently shared with me a poem she’d written after her boyfriend had repeatedly beaten her, threatened to kill her, then when finished, pretended like nothing had ever happened.

We’ll call her Carina, which means beloved. She’s given me permission to share this poem with you and anyone who may be living in an abusive relationship, or who has been set free from one. I am proud of her boldness.

Her words depict Satan perfectly. He longs to destroy us. To make us feel worthless. To beat us down, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. He seeks to control us, own us, and leave us for dead. But as she writes below, he’ll get his in the end.

I Know Who You Are

Worrying, wondering. guessing the times.

Watching the clock or the empty glass,

He knows that’s going through my mind.

It doesn’t matter to him if I’m afraid.

It doesn’t matter to him what game he’ll play.

He chose the winner, he knows who’ll lose.

I’m sitting her wondering will I make it through?

The deadness in his eyes, the empty stare.

I’m sure there will be hell to pay once he gets me there.

This place he goes is all his own.

He has the control, no else knows.

He likes this place, the place he’s made.

Torture and torment are the names of his game.

I will say nothing, hoping he’ll change,

But instead of leaving me alone, he pulls me into range.

Trapped is what he wants, helpless and alone.

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For no one knows that he’s doing in his happy home.

He is the animal and I am his prey;

A vicious struggle, I can’t get away.

I am confined now, in his room, doors closed.

He thinks no one knows.

He puts on such a show for people to see,

But only one knows the real him and that would be me.

As knots are welling on each side of my head,

I am praying to God that this time won’t leave me dead.

He threatens to kill me and claim self defense,

But the good Lord knows he’ll get his in the end.

As the hours pass, and it’s been four, he finally opens the door.

Pulling me from the floor and onto our bed,

He stares at me and says “It’s time for bed.”

I turn my back to him and his arm goes around me like nothing had ever been.

I lay there and cry; I thank God once again.

As my head is pounding and my body is sore,

I tell myself, this will be never more.

 

If you are a victim of domestic violence or know someone who is, please get help. Don’t wait until it’s too late. You can call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 800.799.7233.

Domestic violence is NOT okay! Help us spread the word!

For a printable version of this poem, click here.

Editor’s Note: After more than a decade in this abusive relationship, this woman left, and has been free of her abuser for over two years! There is hope!

 

Sundi Jo
Sundi Jo is the founder of Esther’s House, a residential discipleship program in rural Missouri, offering hope to broken women. She is a speaker, author, thought-provoking leader, and loser of 145 lbs. Find her on Twitter (@sundijo).

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