Abuse is painful
Like a leech it drains our blood
Steals our courage and strength to speak up
A heart knows to hold it
The pain bleeding into our present
At times staining those we love
A mind knows to replay it
Soiling our happy moments
The deep scars will remind us too
The monster’s face we can never forget
And it still hurts to remember!
By Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
You are right about the occasional intrusions of the past contaminating the present joy.
It’s somehow finds it’s way to steal the beautiful moments. Thank you Elizabeth 🌼
Thank goodness, not as many as it once did for me.
“At times staining those we love”
Love this line. I haven’t experienced abuse, but I’ve found that tiny traumas and fears, although not abuse, still stain the ones because of me. Wonderful poem!
Reblogged this on When Angels Fly.
This is so amazing and powerful. Thank you 🙏
Thank-you Maryum💞.
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“At times staining those we love”. A line from your experience, I fear. But those whom we love can also be a source of healing for the abuse, as they start to understand the many ways, large and small, in which the abuse has left scars.
I’m sorry – I read this before reading “Abuse recovery”. There’s nothing I can tell you about love and support that you haven’t already experienced. I admire your courage and love.
Thank you very much. God has been sovereign over the years.
At times staining those we love..