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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 © | Year Posted 2020

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