Her Fears

He put a ring on her finger
Like he would always love her
Filled her heart with promises
Assurances that he was hers

He put a lie in her dreams
Filled her with a loss of self-esteem
Feeling like she’d been betrayed
Never sure that she was safe

He put a hand to her face
Left a bruise that was blue and purple
Colors to challenge her prayers
When had she become so weak?

He put his roses in her hand
Saying he was sorry once again
How could she judge who he was?
He was always so remorseful

He left her without even a note
To tell her that he’d found another
Someone less aware of his episodes
That brought more pain that intimacy

He was gone and she finally began to see
With him, she had lost all her sweet dreams
She’d been wrong to allow it to go on
And now she could smile without fear…

Fear of who she was, who she’d become,
Fear of his hand that was so fast to hurt
Fear of the love that had held her there
Fear of all that he had changed into with her
Fear of the moment when she’d said yes…
I do accept the abuse that I’ve conceded to.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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October 18, 2019 at 11:02 PM
His walking away was her biggest blessing. I'm glad she has found acceptance. I also hope she will forgive herself for the lack of clarity that so often comes when living in survival mode. Excellent penning, my friend... hugs
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October 18, 2019 at 11:36 PM
Yes. In reality, that's so true. Dysfunctional relationships are very hard on everyone involved, even distant family members. Thanks for reading and comments... Love and hugs and prayers to you, Gina
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October 18, 2019 at 5:01 AM
My friend I myself went through that my father was not a pleasant man that God I broke the mold! Well written Gina!
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October 18, 2019 at 11:35 PM
I'm sorry you had to go through that, Bobby. Thanks for understanding and reading and commenting. Prayers for you, Gina
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