*Trigger Warning: domestic violence.
It’s a very solitary thing.
It’s hunched shoulders
And short breaths,
And flinching,
It’s submission,
And loneliness,
And shame.
At it’s worst,
It’s belief.
Belief that you are worthless,
And undeserving.
You are stupid and ugly,
Fat and lazy.
Belief that
You caused this.
He loves you,
He’d never hurt you.
You made him do it.
At it’s core,
It’s isolation.
Emptiness.
No one knows you,
If they did,
They would never love you.
Those that knew your real life,
They’re gone now.
They flew too close,
And were burned.
At it’s end,
It’s desperation.
It’s despair.
It’s the last bruise,
The last cruel word,
The last time he’ll ever touch you.
It’s the last straw.
It’s messy and blinding,
Strange and hopeful
And overwhelming,
After.
After all the sirens,
And the questions,
It’s quiet.
It’s still lonely, but in a new way.
A truthful way.
You are changed.
You are not broken.
When it’s past,
You are strong.
You are wary,
And guarded.
Hopeful and unsure.
Happiness is possible.
Bliss exists.
You are valuable
And free,
Plummeting headfirst,
With reckless abandon,
Into your uncertain future,
Liberated.
I like it uh lot (mentally say it like Jim Carrey)
all jokes aside the seventh verse gave me shivers.
My darling girl….I am so sorry you have been so hurt. You did not ask for or deserve any of it. You were in such a bad and dark place when it started. I think you knew but didn’t want to know, you’re human. Women can be fooled so easily because they love with their whole heart. You have escaped your hell, so many aren’t as fortunate. Don’t look back, you have nothing but wonderful ahead of you. You must now use your head as well as your heart, but you are no longer a victim. Stay strong and focused and never be afraid or embarrassed to call any of the people that love you. We are here for you day or night. We love you sweet girl. You are my hero.