Love #Ishithaa

Footsteps on the carpet
With bated breath
Stand I,
Smiling by the door

Love he says,
Comes in many forms
In flowers and thorns
Same is the life force

Striding inside
He grabs by hand
I wince,
The bruises of last night still hurt

Love, he says
Comes in many forms
In kisses and in thrashings
From his lips and his belt

Love is a battle
Pain sometimes hurts
Other times it heals
Mine heals, his hurts

Love he says
Comes in many forms
In my food and care
In my silences too

Ishithaa is participating in the WriteTribe ProBlogger Challenge where the prompt for the day is, bated breath.

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Author: Bhavya

Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

10 Comments on “Love #Ishithaa

  1. If only one struggling with such relations understand that Love isn’t trashing and causing pain! It is better to be done with such toxic people in life! Brilliantly written piece…

  2. This is the reason why so many victims just can’t leave their abuser… this twisted idea of love that their dominant partner puts into their head. Very well-written. You have caught the essence of the issue.

  3. Abuse in the name of love is all too common and we women put up with it under pressure from everyone! Its a sad way to live, makes for a very destructive childhood for the children too!!

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