He Hurt You (A Poem)

**Poem loosely based on the events of 2 Samuel 13**

Why did this happen?

Well, the murder of your soul was planned weeks ago, months ago.

For it started in his heart.

He could not resist your beauty. It was your beauty that had entered into his eyes and it sunk down into his heart.

In his mind, he reasoned:

"I'm in love"

"I'm sick with love"

"I have to have her".

Thoughts of you ruminated in his mind. Thoughts of you.

Thoughts that went around and around in his mind. Driving him close to madness. He became haggard - a wild beard started to sprout and the bags under his eyes grew dark and heavy.

He was thinking of you.

"By any means necessary"

So he chose deceit.

He had "friends" who whispered in his ear. And he liked the sound of the hissing. He lowered his belly to the dust of the ground.

He pretended to be sick.

You thought he was ill.

The worst part? You loved him. You actually loved him. With real love. A pure love.

He was your brother. You trusted him.

Unsuspecting. Innocent.

With warmth in your heart, you took some dough.

You kneaded it with care, baked the bread in his sight. You wanted to nurse him back to health.

Then he grabbed you.

Out of desperation, you pleaded with him.

You tried to reason with him.

The problem was, you tried to reason with an unthinking animal. An animal controlled by his lusts and his carnal desire.

"Don't force me!"

"Don't do this wicked thing!"

"What about ME?"

"WHERE could I get rid of my disgrace?"

"And what about YOU?"

"You would be like one of the WICKED FOOLS"

But, like an animal, he refused to listen to wisdom.

Like all dumb animals, he had thick sinews of muscles in his arms and legs. Like all dumb animals, there was no sign of higher reasoning behind his eyes.

He was bestowed with power to protect, but he used it to devour.

And he overpowered you.

Then, after the deed was done, the shallow infatuation in his heart turned into an burning hatred. An intense disgust for what he once thought beautiful.

It was apparent that you were nothing but a beautiful meal to him. And once he had consumed, he wiped his mouth and pushed away the plate. He used you like a sack of meat.

Then he yelled to you:

"Get up and get out!"

And even in unimaginable pain, you were so strong - so dignified. You tried to hold him responsible for his actions.

But still, like the animal he was, he could not be reasoned with.

He cast you out.

You wore an ornate robe. You were pure, royalty, exalted, the virgin daughter of the King. You used to walk through the halls of the palace with your head held high.

But the way he treated you. What he did to you. You were defiled, so you felt dirty, worthless, for he treated you like such.

So you tore that precious robe off you.

Put ashes on your head, and went away, weeping loudly.

Your cries became an echo.

This was worse than murder.

He killed you, yet you are still breathing.