Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence

To Be Held


I want

I desire

To be held

Safe from the fire

That burns inside

An eternal flame

Extinguished by

Your loving hold

Your tender touch

Our hearts

Will beat

Together in time

As we realize

It is our time

To meld together

Unspoken words

Will shout aloud

To all the world

We will know

That you and I

Meant to be

Embraced in one

Another’s arms

Releasing all

Our hearts warmed

That day will come

For you and I

Until that day

You’re in my mind





Author: Teela Hart

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

22 thoughts on “To Be Held

  1. I working backwards here from Inane – you’ve been hiding your light under a bushel haven’t you Teela, this is wonderful work and you should be so very proud.


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  3. Wow Teela that is great.

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  4. You definitely deserve all the love in the world, Teela ❀ I know you will find it. Beautiful writing

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  5. Beautifully sad poem about deep longing, Teela. It reminds me of my “eternal flame” for Aige, and the pain I felt trying to replace her the past several years, which I wrote about in this post from last September – http://21shadesofblue.com/2013/09/17/new-poem-in-flames-for-five-ages-combinatorial-creativity/

    Your poem also reminds me of these lyrics:

    “I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them fall away, mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing. Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion, disintegrating as it goes testing our communication. The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot seem to reach an end, crippling our communication.

    I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down. No fault, none to blame – it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over, to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication…

    The poetry that comes from the squaring off between and the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance.

    There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away, mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting. I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing – doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

    Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.

    I know the pieces fit.”
    β€” Tool, “Schism”

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  6. Beautiful, my hope that special someone comes into your life at just the time. ❀


  7. It’s natural, to crave this sort of an intimacy, closeness of connection with someone else, but, for some of us, we will NEVER be able to find that on the outside, and so, we look inside ourselves for this kind of deep-rooted love…

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  8. Someday, I will find this.

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  9. Oh, I know this inchoate longing so well, Teela. One day, the one will appear in your life and you will know the perfection of truly loving arms. xxx

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  10. This was beautiful. There is nothing much better than the comfort and protection of another’s arms.

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