Broken and Shamed
How could you allow your self to take my freedom of being a teen and loving life to
now a
mother of twins and hating myself.How could you take your husbands side over mine and
say its my fault it all happened.Why would you tell me you love me and then beat
me ,shame me and allow your self to say those words sorry it wont happen again.Who in
their right mind can honestly stand and say they understand what im going through and they
know what its like to walk in my shoes when they never been there before. Running hoping
sometimes that maybe my life would just come to a complete end then maybe the world
which i have known all my life as an evil place will seen so much better when im not there to
experience it.Feeling like whats the point of praying when once im off my knees and out of
the closet once again im living in hell all over again.
Copyright © Ciara Poole | Year Posted 2010
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