Heartbreak, sorrow, torment and pain,
I swear to God, never happen again.
Simple words said many times before,
yet eventually I weaken, reopen the door.
Full open offer, I held nothing back,
gave money, love, not a thing to lack.
We shared so much, yet with not a hunch,
never expected his hate filled punch.
Never again I’ll befriend bandage or brace,
thrown like a rag doll about the place.
Feelings of guilt for what I have done,
his was the problem, I was not the one.
I’ve found a safe and named it Me,
wear the key on a chain always to see.
Safe sits middle of room, my private space,
holds bandages, casts, x-rays of my face.
I’ve picked up the pieces on hand and knee,
never more will I offer another pained plea.
Locking my past in a safe iron cast,
this time my oath will forever last.
I send out a message all women must heed,
physical abuse is a horrific misdeed.
No offered excuses, forgive, to be,
I’ll not again cast off; the key of Me.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2020
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