The following is a trio of poems I have written in response to the 2 years of abuse I experienced. They are a small part of my journey to recovery. I hope you enjoy- KW
I am not shattered,
nor broken, nor cracked.
The choke hold
you held over me has
turned me into
Now I am far too strong,
for you to ever,
Illegitimi non carborundum
It is okay to have a kind heart.
The world doesn’t have
to grind your compassion to bitter dust.
Acceptance of others is not
an invitation to be torn apart.
You deserve to be
respected and protected.
you owe nothing to them.
Don’t let them snuff out your light.
My love is not
with windows smashed in
by careless boys pretending to be men.
It is not guest house,
a place to sleep but not to remain in.
You can’t just come and go
without warning or regret
and expect things to be as clean
as they were on the first visit.
My love is a home
with shoes strewn by the door,
coats hanging off of chairs,
forgotten mugs of tea leaving rings on
my coffee table heart.
My love is messy, but it is real.
I offer up the keys perhaps
too soon, too passionately,
but I do not take that offer lightly.
When you take residence in my heart,
pull up a comfortable chair.
Enjoy your stay.