Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence

Blackest of Black

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black hole

 

The blackest of black

The darkest of hell

It seemed to me

I would never prevail

Smoke from his nares

Breath of his soul

Bit just another

Blood gushing hole

The stairway to heaven

Far removed

’til I tripped over the devil

And landed at his stool

Winds rushed forth

As I looked to the sky

A shimmering hope

I’m not gonna die.

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Author: Teela Hart

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

29 thoughts on “Blackest of Black

  1. D V is awful, Bless you for sharing and interacting with others who share your pain and experience. Peace!

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  2. I think that “shimmering hope” was your own will to survive and you are proving that is a very strong will.
    Great poem.
    (PS. The blog theme is a lot clearer now and very easy to follow)

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  3. Beautifully written. Great imagery πŸ™‚

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  4. “Winds rushed forth
    As I looked to the sky
    A shimmering hope
    I’m not gonna die.”

    I love the way you ended this.
    Great writing Teela
    πŸ™‚

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  5. Hi Teela, you’ve expressed your thoughts really well. It’s also great to see someone taking up such a serious issue and talking about it. Thank you enjoying my blog.

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    • Hello K, Thank you so much. I really love your blog. Domestic Violence is an important issue that I am all too familiar with. I share my experiences to bring hope to others that they are not alone.
      Thank you for reading and commenting.
      Teela

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      • Thank you for liking my blog. You are really brave and am very glad to come across your blog. Wishing you all the very best. Keep writing. πŸ™‚

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      • Thank you for your support, it really means a lot to me.
        I’m happy to have met you. I hope you drop by again. In the meantime, I’ll take your advice and keep on writing. πŸ™‚

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  6. It’s amazing how despite everything that’s bad that’s happened in life, people can still find the strength, to rise above, congrats on your achievement!!!

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  7. It’s a great poem. I grew up with a mother who never seemed to want a man who wasn’t abusive. It was a horrible excuse of a childhood but made me determined to never stay in a relationship like she did.

    Now that I’m grown and studied psychology in a graduate degree, I understand the cycle and her reasoning somewhat. I am so glad you were able to get away from the abuse. You are a very strong woman.

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    • Thank you so much Anna. I really appreciate you sharing your story with me.
      I certainly pray my children learn from my mistakes and become strong advocates for the abused.
      You’ve made me smile and that’s hard to do sometimes.
      Teela

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      • You’re welcome, and I’m glad to have made you smile. I firmly believe your children will be fine with your love, support, and an outlet for the pain.

        Out of three children, we have ALL turned out to be advocates for abused spouses, whether male or female. -Anna

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  8. Awesome poem! Abuse is messed up, and makes me angry. I have a friend who was getting harassed by her violent ex years ago, and I bought her pepper spray, and fixed the lock on her door more securely that he apparently broke. She is marrying a good guy and a friend of mine in 2 months, and I am glad she was able to get away from the guy. Random question though, is that a picture of a sunspot you paired with this post?

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  9. Fantastic! Loved this!

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