Venny Soldan-Brofeldt

Artist, sculptor, and jewelry designer.

Letters to Him – Part III

we meet once more,
you seem smaller 
or 
I've grown tall

I'm now a woman, 
you claim, 
yet you adore
the little girl you once desired, 
enthralled

I clench my teeth, 
forced smile on display,
encountering you 
burns my very skin

In terror, 
I blare, 
unable to look away,
you, my abuser, 
now in my space

Here you stand
in my own abode
hugging my mother, 
probing my soul

drinking my coffee
words you've sowed,
unwanted first lover, 
I'm losing control

I prayed for God to take you away,
twist and burn your vile existence
to the devil's grasp, 
you'd be conveyed
But forgiveness - my mother insists - persistence

I long to hurt you, 
yes, 
it's true

Forgive the vulgarity of my desire
to end your life, 
strip you
subdue
tie your limbs to hell's doors, 
set afire

Yet God has a plan for your fate
slowly, he’ll ensure you're repaid
my hands are clean, I bear no weight
the world holds you, 
the abuser's charade

You've sown hatred, 
a seed within
watered by others 
who followed your trend
it grew immense, consuming my skin
my abuser, 
I pray you'll never amend

May your heart never find peaceful sleep,
till your victims breathe freely once more
the pain you've caused, 
my soul shall keep
and justice be served, 
the score will restore

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