07/07/2026
After joining our domestic violence classes, a survivor wrote poetry to move forward through her grief. Poetry and authors name shared with permission.
Kenya shares: "It would mean the world to me to share my words with fellow survivors."
💜Thank you Kenya for your openness and permission to join in hearing your voice.
Trapped in a Dark, Cold Love
I was caught in a love that turned to ice,
dark corners where warmth used to be.
His hands spoke in silence,
his words cut colder than winter.
I reached for light,
but the door was locked from the inside.
Love became a trap,
and I learned how to survive in the dark.
But I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still learning the way out.
When he’s not around, his hands are still covering my mouth.
They’re cold like ice as I’m trying to get out.
My headspace is weak,
my eyes wet as they start to leak.
I can’t get out, no matter what he does.
I’m alone, scared, and angry too.
My brain shouts, “You dumb, just be through.”
I ask myself, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
The hits, the bruising that he does,
ain’t nothing like what I’m mentally putting myself through.
I’m stuck, not free.
I’m alone, but this cold love won’t let me be free.
The room is dark, so dark I can’t see,
no matter what he does to me.
The whispers in his voice are truly my enemy,
They’re gentle and fresh is what makes me weak.
Poem by Kenya Mix
