Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence

I Moved On

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My bare skin pressed into the unyielding, cold steel of an uncertain world. Nothing to cover the nakedness but a thin veil of shame, my eyes rejected the evil that so desperately coveted the death of my soul. I could smell the color of his vile presence, the stench of green vapor hypnotized and paralyzed.

green vapor

green vapor

The scent of a vulgar haze of hatred streamed from his nostrils. His eyes smelled black, soulless, and empty. His lips held the odor of a parched desert as waterfalls of perdition flowed unhindered. Moments before he fled to the abyss, his viscous carcass further depressed me into the resistant steel of this world I had come to know.

His presence retreated, however, his color persisted and my eyes remained unmoved.

A faint sound in the distance permeated the air, a sweet sound of people talking, laughing, and living. I had to find them in the world unknown to me. My overwhelming desire to find them, to beg them for help, to plead for mercy would override the evil that lurked. Covered with the thin veil of shame I made my way toward the sound in the world beyond my own. I turned the knob opened the door and screamed for help, however, my pleas went unanswered.

Therefore, I moved on.

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Author: Teela Hart

I am a mother, daughter, sister and domestic violence survivor.

46 thoughts on “I Moved On

  1. wow. what an intense, raw post.

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  2. Awesome post! You inspire a strong visual image of your experiences as well as an acute awareness of your pain. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. I’ve Moved On is beautifully stated. You’ve captured the essence of evil. I’m praying you’ve found the life, laughter and love that is affirming.

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  4. Visiting from Holistic Wayfarer’s site, where you liked a post on race featuring me. Thanks, and I like your poetic words.

    Best regards,
    Elizabeth

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  5. The deep sadness of it all. . . if only people could learn from the eagles about family, and sharing, and protection. . . .Thank you for sharing these stories from these brave women !

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  6. I have heard you, and 2,554 others have too; thank you for moving on

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    • Thank you so much for your comment. You have no idea how much it means when you and others comment. I have never in all of my years met such a supportive group and I am grateful for you. I mean that.

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  7. So powerful, and so sad. The thought of those calls – so bravely made – going unanswered makes me want to weep.

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  8. Wow. Very powerful!

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  9. Beautifully dark. Loved it.

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  10. It’s shorter than usual and very effective.

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  11. Beautiful and wow…

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  12. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    SO GLAD SHE DID!!!!

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  13. GREEN SMOKE—DON’T TAKE THAT TOKE!!! THANK YOU FOR MOVING ON!!! πŸ™‚

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  14. I agree with Triple S. Great, powerful. Wonderful writing Teela.

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  15. Like StrongerSoulSurvivor said, powerful~ It’s good to get the feelings out with words, otherwise, they eat us up!!!

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    • Thank you Teka, I feel better since writing it.

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    • I agree. I think every word written is one of your tears you take back. I used to dislike the word “Empowering” – there’s nothing less empowering than someone kindly advising, “Empower yourself…!” All I felt was trapped. The writing helps and it certainly is empowering! πŸ˜‰ Loved this! Yep, move on XX

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  16. Wow, a powerful piece of writing there Teela.

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