He hit me so hard
I blacked out
left me here
cowering naked in the corner
not just my body battered but my soul
never again will it be whole
with each dig his erection grew
gone the man I once knew
this is his passion, how he gets his kicks
My supposed crime - existing
my annoying habit - breathing
Last week I watched him sleep
the knife held tight
but I couldn’t do it
don’t have it in me
I have to get out of here
but I’m paralysed with fear
he’ll only come and get me
me and our precious new baby
NO, I start planning today, were getting away
no longer the scumbags punch-bag
the evil, wretched, ugly hag
I’m going to reclaim me
my bags packed, I can see
I smile as my blood congeals
because my soul is starting to heal
I’ll make him a cuppa tea
and not show him the new me
my insides happy and running free
I’m outta here
crushing the tablets with no fear
Comments
thanks Beau how kind of you
thanks Beau how kind of you to give me your time I wrote this poem a while ago and its a about a period of my life about must be 26 years ago now it was written to give me a bit of healing and I didn't work hard on it I don't feel like revisiting it now but will make changes when i feel able and your changes are better much appreciated cheers Sueb x
Glad this part is past
I really liked it as it read especially when the tablets were your means of escape( by giving it to him?)
thanks frenchf I did get out
thanks frenchf I did get out but didn't give anyone any tablets lol have a great weekend cheers Sueb x
You left it open so one wasn't certain whether you took
Them or poisoned him
yep I left it open purposely
yep I left it open purposely x
Sue
I see that this is a while ago, it is so hard to shake these feelings off and they are carried as you know so well for many years.
Writing about those times will hopefully help in the healing process, but these things are a part of us as we journey on.
It saddens me that some have to go through this ordeal, only today I have heard that my Grand-daughter has been badly beaten by a thing that thinks its strong to hit someone that cannot defend themselves.
I would love to go and beat seven shades of shit out of him.
Sometimes I see the lessons running in families and as if they have Victim written on their foreheads.
I will leave you for now as this has upset my ways a lot, and I will see what tomorrow brings, and see what we can do about healing those that are close to me,
Yours with sadness, Ian.T
HI ian t sorry to hear about
HI ian t sorry to hear about your granddaughter physically I hope she's fine mentally takes time I met him when I was thirteen and was with him for 6 years he didn't hit me until I'd had his baby and moved in with him it took 4 months before I was brave enough to leave which can seem just as scary because you think they'll come back at you doubly hard sending big hugs and I hope she has someone to talk to at first sometimes the last people you want to talk to is family because I know I felt ashamed x
Sue
Thank you for your thoughts,
We will do all in our ways to make her life better but as you know it is so hard, Yours Ian.T
xx
xx
emotionally powerful!
Sueb, this poem was harrowing but for the happy resolution. I'm glad you got out of the situation and seem happy. I'll never understand the tendency of women my age and older (probably younger too) choosing these bad boy characters. I had to intervene in one of these situations once with a female cousin. I'm not proud of my violent potential and felt like I'd taken it too far after they took him off. Then I hugged her and we talked and cried together for a while. It took her another 6 years to stop choosing these kind of guys. She's married to a great guy now, and we share a very special relationship because of this event. Very powerful write, every drop of blood and nausea are well accounted for.
Ron