Forced to be the victim,
I play my part
You have me at your mercy
From the very start
I cry
I plea
You smile
Down at me
I beg you for forgiveness
Though I’ve done nothing wrong
You laugh and joke
That’s what you wanted all along
I cower
I shake
You are
In control
I am the perfect patsy,
Blamed for everything
You really hate me that much?
Why won’t you let me be?
I break
I fall
You think that
You have won
But then…
I’ll get it all together
And gather up myself
You’ll gasp in sheer amazement,
In contrast to yourself
I’ll rise up,
I will stand,
You’ll know
You’re just a man
I will draw energy
From my wounded soul
You’ll begin looking like
An old and ugly fool
I will leave
I will thrive
You’ll see you’re
Not “all that”
I’ll be stronger than
I’ve ever been before
You’ll think I’m all talk
Until I’m out the door
I will fly
I will soar
You’ll wish that
YOU were more!
- Author: Phoenix (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 1st, 2017 20:50
- Comment from author about the poem: My growth after divorce from a psychologically abusive alcoholic.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 54
Comments1
this is self empowerment at it's best!
I enjoyed this! Charge! ww
Thanks! My self-esteem grows a bit more each day in my search for myself!
I'm sure you'll find a treasure! write on ww
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