Abuse; it's the shattering of ones heart and soul
by a monster disguised as a human being
The pain of feeling the jagged edges poke into you
as the pieces fall to the ground
and the burning in your soul that follows.
But then you start healing.
looking at all the broken pieces laying around,
you cry over what was and what could have been
yet commit to creating a masterpiece with those broken pieces.
And only then can you begin to love
love hands you the pieces and passes the glue
so you can continue building and creating
Love shares in the joy of your accomplishments
and holds you when the nightmares return.
Love whispers encouragement when your laying on the ground
and holds out its hand when you are ready to get back up
But love can only come when you learn to let go.