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The Arms Of The One Who Hurt You
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February 2003 Poetry The arms of the one who hurt you,
were strong.
Big muscles of pure hate.
A bruising machine.
But to all others on the outside,
they could do no wrong.
The arms of the one who hurt you,
bruised another,
hurt another,
scarred another.
Yet it went unnoticed to you.
Another innocent soul trapped,
in the arms of the one who hurt you.
No one could stop it,
we were all trapped,
we couldn't hide,
we knew what would happen if we did.
We could feel the pain,
before the blow.
Years later you realized,
that in the arms of the one who hurt you,
so long ago,
wasn't so long ago,
for your own child.
~*~ Jill ~*~
