Abuse is silent. It's deadly. It kills. It kills every happy memory and replaces them with ones filled with dread and sorrow. Abuse knows only how to ruin someone's goodness until there is nothing left. Or so it thinks...
Abuse doesn't discriminate. It doesn't care if you're the richest of the rich or the poorest of the poor. Your age, gender, race, sexual preference - none of that matters because Abuse just wants to put one more notch in its "bedpost".
It comes in many shapes, and it varies in severity. Abuse can be a physical mark left upon your body, and it can also be the most invisible of scars; never to be removed.
Abuse likes to control you. It likes to remind you constantly of what you did wrong. It likes to taunt you with happiness only to cruelly whisk it away the moment you reach for it.
It likes to overstay it's welcome. It doesn't care if it came into your life 20 years ago or 2 minutes ago; it just wants to hold on tight.
This all is true. If you've been a victim of Abuse in any way, shape, or form you know this. However, what many fail to remember is that Abuse has a foe that will slaughter it. Love. Love triumphs always. Abuse lets it's victims feel as if they're not worthy. Abuse shields us from the things we think we deserve like a goalie keeps a ball from entering the net. But Love always finds it's way.
Abuse doesn't stand a chance once Love enters.
Omnia Vincit Amor.
Love. Conquers. All.
Even Abuse.
