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Inside Your Bread - A Poem

Updated on July 7, 2017
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The Reason Behind The Poem

Hello there,


Last year was a journey I will never forget. I had an opportunity to work with victims of domestic violence. It already become my concern for long, those women so easily become prey inside awful marriage; being beaten and humiliated, helpless to help herself. I read so many stories about it, and in here we have several Hubbers who already so brave sharing their own stories. But reading story which written by somebody and listening it from a victim herself whose still had several bruises on her face is whole different experience. It was a roller coaster of emotion for me.


The worst thing about working with abused women was most of the time they refused to be help. They already battered so bad and fed up by shamed. It caused them to thought that they deserved of the abused. In so many times all of our works to help them free from abusive husband had to be wasted when they decided to came back to those men who had ruin their life. They had been brainwashed by pain and lost their will to have a wonderful life. In these cases, nothing I could do anymore to help because they won’t allow me to.


Few days ago my friend visited me. She told me about her divorce and the reason behind it. Seven years of unfaithful and abusive husband, 2 adopted children and health problem in her womb, feed her well with incredible pain. Meeting her reminded me of all those women I had work with last year and can’t stop wondering, how is life today for them. Somehow, even I only work with them for several months it’s feels like I did know them for so long. What happened to them made me angry but how they refused to be free frustrated me more. And in this kind of emotion this poem had created. I hope you like it.


Freya

Don't let yourself become victim. Once he hit you, he will do that again so, RUN!
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Hidden in every word, this pain unspoken

The link so strong, seems unbroken

The reason of tears and each of my obsessions

Unwritten inside all of those poems


You; my untamed desire

The strongest reason of this blazing fire

Love once became your flower

I was believe you are my power


Whenever I called,

You never answer

Kept letting me fall

Had to holding on to prayer


Placed me inside the worst part of you

After so long I finally knew

In your mind; I never existed

A hollow, a blurry smoke, a filthy ghost, I was thrown and twisted


You do come when you need me

Held me and called me sweet pea

Pushed me to follow your pace

Then treasure me; with several bruises on my face


Neither regrets nor pity

It was never once ended pretty

I was in pain while you are having fun

Always leave in rush everytime you done


Replaced with madness,

Feeding by your cruelness

Rain of fears had pour

You taken me into this tour


Shaken

Beaten

Weaken

And then broken


I was drown

Fall deep and bow down

Under the wicked part

Of heartless bastard


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Come home to me today

I will never running away

I did make a peace with terror

Ready to fix your error


Raised bitterness into hatred

I decorated my soul with rage

Pampering every wounds into poison

Inviting revenge to your horizon


Come! Stay and hold me

Let me feel you all over my body

Your breath on my face

Will become my brace


Collecting every pieces of your crime

Ready to feed on your prime

Soon my injured will be healed

And anger will be answered


Come to me tonight

The dinner is ready and served with so much pride

Pasta, salad and strawberry

You don’t need to be in hurry


In every single bite; you’ll getting closer to become mine

Your falling will become my sweetest sign

Knowing how this last presence

Will become my liberation


Inside the bread,

I added your death...

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    Mentalist acer 5 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

    Inside My Head,

    Freya Fills With Dread,

    But also Hope Is Fed.;-))

    An Very Important,Meaningful And Thoughtful Poem Ira.;-))

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Mentalist Acer: LOl. Don't worry, Prof. I'm sure your bread will always fresh and healthy. hehehe

    Thank you, Prof. ^^

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    Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

    Wow! this is such a great poem. hopefully this is about your friend and not you. Voted up and eveything else except funny of course.

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    Poetic Fool 5 years ago

    Such disturbing photos and words. This kind of thing should never happen. Thanks for opening a window to a world many never now.

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    Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

    Dear Freya, I can understand your frustration at trying to help, but finding women who cannot help themselves. I would imagine that abused women live in fear with a frightening, unpredictable cycle of cruelty. At a certain point, after becoming accustomed to this way of life, they are without confidence, damaged and without the will to work to make things better. Many have children and the reality of working and affording childcare is a hurdle some cannot realistically clear. Although they lead lives of quiet desperation, they feel some twisted comfort in "knowing" a life they feel responsible for having "chosen". Some come from an abusive upbringing and feel fundamentally flawed. They enter into relationships that feel familiar. Often, those that break free go to extraordinary lengths, going underground with young children, assuming new identities for the safety of their children and themselves. Changing things for these women is daunting and sometimes ends in deadly consequences.

    Your poetry captures this dilemma beautifully. It illustrates the disasterous effects of living in the chaos of abuse.

    Your avatar is gorgeous, Freya.

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    Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

    Freya, This is so realistic it brings chills. You captured spousal abuse perfectly in your beautiful poetry..God Bless you..The work you do is so important...Thank you...

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    Scarface1300 5 years ago

    Tragic.

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    The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

    This is a beautifully written but all too real story. It is unfortunate that a man can't just walk away if he hates her that much. He is a bully and a coward. And yet I know I have felt that anger before... I scared myself but I knew it was wrong so I left.

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    Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

    I loved your words and collection of pictures. Your poetry evokes an eternal sadness, but I see a glimmer of hope because your poetic narration is beautiful

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    Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

    Beautifully written poem, powerful, tragic and sad words and pictures.

    Well done Freya, I love your new profile pic, voted Up

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Writer20: Hello. Ah no, half of it is my friend and my clients story but half of it came from my anger and my wish that these women will do something to save themselves. It was terrible way to solve problem but revenge seems so good to write since I was angry and lost my respect to man at that moment. If I write this poem today, the final might be more peaceful. hehehe. thank you for reading this. ^_^

    Poetic Fool: Your welcome. And thank you for reading this. Hopefully this can raise an awareness about domestic violence.

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Amy Becherer: yes, it was what I see. it is how I feel. I did told you before about one of many cases that I had face before.

    About a woman whose had to gave up her freedom to save her 8 children from their abusive father. This is absolutely wrong and crazy but it happened and still happening.

    Once I even refused to meet one of my friend, since she refused all option I gave her to help herself but decided to stay with his abusive husband. It was not because I don't want to help her, but because every time I see her husband I had strong urge to hit him with wooden log and I told her about that.

    Domestic violence is very bad and dangerous and it is happening everywhere in this world. I hope this poem can contribute something to raise awareness of it. This is my goal.

    Thank you, Amy for your thoughtful comment. ^_^

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    always exploring: Thank you. I'll try my best. I'm glad if this is likeable. ^^

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Scarface1300: Yes, indeed. Thank you. ^^

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    The Suburban Poet: Yes, I was aware that sometimes anger can be so ugly. it is consuming and when it turn into rage, it kill humanity and let the animal side free. The person under it, when he is failed to control himself, will attack the object of his anger without thinking and regretting it later. But most of abusive husband not just failed to control their rage but also enjoying it. Most of people will walk away from the situation and let themselves free from rage, while abusive husband celebrating it. This is which make them different, less human. Maybe this is not right for me to think they are less human but hard to not think this way.

    I'm glad you are able to walk away, Mark. You are great man and your children will be proud of you. ^^

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Vinaya Ghimire: Hello, welcome to my Hub. ^^

    Hope? Well, maybe it is easier for me to put hope inside because this in not happening to me. But I did put hope inside the story; hope for the victim to stand up for herself. Well, of course not by added poison inside her husband bread, but unless hit him back and runaway.

    Is it too much hope? I hope it is not

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Movie Master: thank you. I'm glad you like it. \^o^/

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    The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

    It is very difficult when you feel someone has control over your life, your goals and your family. We have our own point of view and even though it may not always be correct it still is what drives us. It becomes very difficult in a marriage when you feel trapped everyday with the water so to speak dripping and then flooding on you. The bitterness can become consuming to use your word. But you are right in that there should be no joy in lashing out. There should be shame. You have to see it coming and somehow stop yourself. Then you have to decide if you can work things out. You are very kind to say what you say about me. I write many things and what I say is how I want to be. I'm not always like that in real life but as I say... I try...

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Dear, Mark.

    When human trying at their best

    To become wonderful person

    Knowing they aren't yet

    That is when

    The quality of humanity

    Possessing them at their fullest

    And it is a proof that

    You are human

    Not just an animal

    Under human disguise

    Because those who feels perfect

    Sometimes forget how to behave

    And turned into

    Just walking animal

    Be proud, Mark. You are an awesome person.

    Thank you ^_^

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    The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

    Freya - You are a wonderful woman. Thank you for thinking about me and the poem you wrote in response to my comment. It's an honor to know you.

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    It is also an honor for me, Mark. ^_^

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    ahorseback 5 years ago

    I can't imagine hub pages without my beautiful and caring poetic daughter Freya Cesare , And you my dear are my hero for what you do! For what you have done . And for what you continue to do . If I had one wish, it would truely be that mankind would become aware of its shortcomings ,especially abuse!Beautiful poem Freya .......Beautiful you! My hero......:-}

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Ah, my poetic Father, you make me blush. I am not anyone hero. Every little things I did, I do it for my own selfish reason. I want to feel useful and satisfied. Nothing heroic about it. But of course, it is always great for me to hear your words. Thank you, Ahorseback. ^_^

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    Nell Rose 5 years ago from England

    Hi, Freya, such a tragic subject, and you wrote about it amazingly, its a very hard thing to get across, and anybody in this situation will totally understand your poem, the words were so powerful and the way you put it was spot on, amazing, nell

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Hi, Nell. Thank you. Those pictures really something, right? Terrifying.

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    Ingenira 5 years ago

    A very touching poem indeed, speaking of the pain deep within.

    Voted up!

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Thank you, Ingenira. ^_^

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    Cynthia B Turner 5 years ago from Georgia

    Hello Freya, You captured the love, the hate, the humiliation, the longing, the rage and finally, the retaliation and revenge. The cycle that women go through in domestic abuse is tragic. It is a despicable act of violence and betrayal against someone who loves you. Beautiful poem with captivating pictures.

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    Freya Cesare 5 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

    Hi, Cindy10. Yes, the horrible cycle. I hope you like it. Thank you

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