Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence



The roads I walk

Bifurcate like

Bloody veins

To take a left

To take a right

No way to win

Against the tide

A futile attempt

Unwanted unwelcome

The brazen valves

Shunt far away

From the want

To get my way

I give it up

I let it go

I Let it flow

Into the sea

Unanchored hope

Floats fast a free

That not one wave

Will make it be

For all of those whose roads have been blocked and another way must be chosen.





Author: Teela Hart

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

18 thoughts on “Inane

  1. I like this Teela. Reminded me of this poem I wrote in late February of this year.

    “Inner Demons’ Diversions & Divine Directions Out (Tanka)”
    by Ry Hakari

    The circulation
    of scarred arbitrary hearts —
    I wanna stir up
    revolution, reversing
    Russian Roulette directions…

    Myopia blinds,
    binds self-imposed slavery —
    Suicide’s living
    this shady side for ourselves,
    like there’s no life through the light…

    Either dreams drive us,
    or we let our demons steer —
    What’s the difference?
    It’s in our lives’ directions,
    either out or further in…


  2. The way you chopped it is perfect, strong, and the word flow is great!


  3. You are a strong writer, I enjoy your words. Thank you…Starr


  4. Teela….so powerful! The beauty of life is choices. Blessitude


  5. Teela you’re very talented and I know you don’t know me well enough to know this but I’m rather heartless when it comes to praise.

    As a rule I see little room for deceit or saying something I do not believe but it has the benefit that those who know me believe me when I tell them I think something is good or I believe that they are capable as I have no trouble telling them when I think something is shite or a silly idea.

    You have a rawness of talent that is heartfelt. Time will give you confidence but don’t fall into the trap of trying to ‘polish’ overly as you grow into it. As, in my opinion, the strength of your work comes from the reality from which it stems not the idea of such a reality.

    You gift to bring something out of the nightmare you lived and shape the raw emotion into words that reach out to others is I would say an uncomfortable gift for you but I think you will use it well.

    If I had thought this OK – not bad or good I would have simply said something along the lines of – writing is a wonderful way to express yourself . I didn’t need to in this case which is great as I’m not comfy prevaricating.

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    • I do believe that you would have given me an honest critique and that is the reason I asked you to read it. It means more to me than you know. Thank you so much for all your words. They have encouraged me tremendously. I am my own worst critic and I truly thank you for your honesty and not just tickling my fancy. Again, thank you so much for the advice and the encouragement.


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