BEAUTIFUL RUINS

By Christine Jayakaran

I’m broken in more ways than one,

Bruised with baggage weighing a ton.

The damage not seen from without,

Has gaping wounds that lie bleeding within.

The aftermath more painful than the start,

The questions their swirling don’t ever stop.

If eyes are a mirror of the soul,

Then my tear filled ones tell a tale all their own.

I may not remember what caused all this pain,

But I know of the lasting stain that remains.

Trust no more has room in my world,

Stress like a boa around me is curled.

Fear keeps me paralysed high up on a ledge,

Anger gives me a much needed edge.

Shame keeps my gaze on the ground,

Despair pulls in darkness from all around.

Though it was touch that destroyed me,

It will be touch that restores me.

I may be broken in more ways than one,

Until I am restored and remade by THE ONE.

~ A POEM DEDICATED TO SURVIVORS OF ABUSE ~

*Pictures were taken during the 4/14 Global Summit 2018 in Singapore

“Pain expanded my heart.” ~ Terese Marie Mailhot, author of Heart Berries: A Memoir

“Pain expanded my heart.” ~ Terese Marie Mailhot, author of Heart Berries: A Memoir