battered women, bipolar disorder, domestic abuse, domestic violence, insomnia, OCD, poem, poet, post traumatic stress disorder, PTSD

Who Are They

Who are They to say we are…
too fat
too dumb
too afraid
too uneducated
too quiet
too shy
too loud
too impulsive
too set in our ways
too sloppy
too independent
too compliant

Who are They to say that we are only…
a nurse
a teacher
a stay at home mom
a working Mom
a playboy
a rebel
a womanizer
an addict
a mental case

Who are They to say that we can’t…
change jobs
change cities
change our minds!
get married
get divorced
learn yoga
dance
go to college
learn something new

Who are They to say that we have no right to…
talk to them
confront them
disagree with them
stand up to them
defy them
leave them

Who are They to say that we can’t become…
a poet
a businessman
an entrepreneur
a parent
a friend
a traveller
a lesbian
a mother
a spiritual advisor
a leader of men
a thinker of new ideas
a creator
a visionary
Ourselves

battered women, domestic abuse, domestic violence, life, mental abuse, mental health, mental illness, poem, poet, post traumatic stress disorder, PTSD from domestic abuse, self esteem, women abuse

Leaving an Abuser … poem

Tip your hat

Say goodbye!

Don’t apologize

The time has past

It’s not enough

It will not last

Don’t dare ask why

Just move your feet

I will not cry

Not in front of you

It just might stop you…

Like in the past

But not again

I am finally done

You’ve done your damage

You’ve had your fun

Just keep going

On your way

Don’t look back!

I won’t be here

Not this time

Not again

Now, take your things

Take my things

I don’t care about them

Take all this  stuff!

Just leave me my heart

And leave me my mind

Whatever is left

Don’t take your time

Just keep moving

I am not changing my mind

There’s not much left of it

After what you’ve done

But I will recover

In spite of you

Just keep walking

I will see myself through!

abuse, battered women, domestic abuse, domestic violence, mental abuse, mental health, mental illness, narcissist, poem, poet, PTSD from domestic abuse, women abuse

Your Rage Like a Freight Train Derailing

I loved you because

You were injured and lonely

You needed an angel to save you

I took on the role

Because it suited my soul

And it felt good to be

Someone’s savior

But one day you changed

You turned on me fiercely

Your anger no longer contained

Your contempt seeped right through

You were no longer the person I knew

Your rage suddenly exploded

Like a freight train derailing

Coming at me a hundred miles an hour

Broken glass shattered

I thought that I mattered

But you have torn off

Your angel’s soft wings

Feathers all over the floor

You will love me no more

It was all an illusion

Anyway