Reaching desperately for the Light
Even as the Dark sinks sharp claws in.
Fighting to grab hold of the Positive
While the Negative screams its
Hateful lies into my mind.
Tossing and turning
Throughout the unending Night.
Searching for nothing more than restful Sleep,
Yet my mind insists on Fitful.
Remind myself over and over:
Just focus on the Good,
Block out the Bad,
For This Too Shall Pass…
Battered Souls have endured a lifetime of abuse: emotional, verbal, physical, sexual, or even all of the above. This leaves behind scars, some of which never truly heal. Although a Battered Soul may find the strength and courage to move forward in life and discover happiness, many times the voices of their scars whisper to them late at night. This is a detailed account of the whispering voices of one such Battered Soul. If you are a Battered Soul, I hope you may find strength in knowing you are not alone in your suffering.