A Daughter's Poem of Love: Soaring After Domestic Abuse
A guest post by Keariel Peasley
Domestic violence is insidious, evil, and destructive to everyone in its path. Even if a child is not being directly mistreated, if he or she lives in an abusive household where their mother is the target, the psychological and emotional effects are still enormous. Although an abuser may carefully control his actions so the children supposedly don’t see or know, they do. They can sense things, feel things, observe things—especially changes in their beloved mother. And this hurts them. A lot.
That is one of my deepest sorrows. Yet at the same time, my (now adult) children have been of utmost comfort, and have tremendously supported me during the healing process. They are always there for me, always showing their love and faith in me.
My daughter has gifted me with a gorgeous poem of healing and grace, and I want to share it with everyone. I hope all survivors of domestic abuse can see how this poem applies to them, as well.
A Daughter’s Poem of Love: Soaring After Domestic Abuse
by Keariel Peasley
Your wings were blue,
Like the heavens, like the sea, like melancholy,
They knew instinctively that flight was their fate, were created solely to soar,