After-Math
Like tornadoes passed
flood waters receded
and hurricanes stilled
he was gone-
the 'worst was over'
and somehow
supposedly
life got right up
and carried on
So they said, in time
I’d get better
I would forget it happened at all
but they didn’t see
the damage in me
my soul left twisted
mangled and mauled
Whispers of past pain
mindless manipulation
echoing off my walls
of alienation
shrouded
in shadows of shame-
Cruel words curling
around my brain
endlessly repeating
his refrain
“worth-less”
“use-less”
“less”
“less”
“less”
Subtracting from
the sum of me
until there's nothing
left of me
and no way- how
to fill this space
Like aftermath
of violent storm
he’s left debris
and chaos behind
and blown away
the best of me
Roof and siding
torn off exposing
the brittle timbers
and broken framing
of years spent blaming
he was the cross
I silently bore
and now that I am
finally free
I’m at a loss
to imagine more
What it would look like
or be made of-
a home for a windblown
wandering waif-
place of comfort
kindness and healing
where I’d be whole
happy and safe?
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