Well hello, for today it is just a piece of poetry. It sort of comes on the heels of the last blog about drawing a line. I wrote this piece late last year. It is not personal but a response to much which I see around me and on the news which saddens my heart. It is a bit dark but I promise the next post will be brighter.
According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics 2016 Personal Safety Survey, 2.2 million Australians have experienced physical and/or sexual violence from a partner and 3.6 million Australians have experience emotional abuse from a partner.May 15, 2019
Family, domestic and sexual violence Overview – Australian …www.aihw.gov.au › reports-data › behaviours-risk-factors
The Line : Poetry by Estelle D © 2020
There is a line I live above,
A thin veneer of trust and love, To cross that line; I dare not, Beyond where faith and fear fight, There is a blot, All is dark; black as night, And light penetrates not so far, As your heart. So above the line I live, And I give...and give... and give... But I too have a line, It is the line I place on you, It is there... but yet, I know not where, It is my bottom line. But I will know, When it’s been violated, When power and control can no longer be tolerated. Though I absorb and yield and hold, I feel my heart growing cold. But that final violation, I will know, When your cruel words, Mark their tender blow, When you strike, And destroy my very core, Then will I know I can take no more, My Darling, I will close the door.