Poetry Prose and Parable.

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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.


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