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Tag: Reflective Poetry

The Conjuring 

This is what it feels like or looks like living with an abuser

The conjuring

All around you, they fly
The Demons of your head
To Torment and divide you
Telling you what to think
If you listen, you will sink
Turn them down
They’re screaming your name
On your fear, they feast
The Demons of your head

I can call them by name
Counting them one at a time
They came to greet me
The demons of your head

They’re flying at me
To torment and divide me
Telling me what to think
If I listen, I will sink
Trying to turn them down
As they scream my name
Feasting on my fear
The demons of your head

Your demons are in my head
Flying all around
Tormenting and telling me
What to think
They’re screaming my name
I think I might sink
Your demons are screaming my name

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To you from me (August 2014)

I was finally getting over you
When you showed up again
Reminding me you devalue
Everything I represent

Just another stepping stone
To take me where I should
Showed me that I’ve grown
From all that I’ve withstood

Thank you for the horrible times
Thought for sure I’d die
From words so ugly and unkind
Left with no reply

You’ve made me what I am today
A woman bold and strong
Like a Phoenix I’ll display
Badges from your wrongs

I know I do not owe you this
Quite contrary I would say
Even though I’m thoroughly pissed
And this will sound cliche

“I forgive you”, though you don’t deserve it
So I do it for myself
I know it’s selfish I admit
To myself I give this gift

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My daughters broken heart

August 2014

Broken-hearted again
For me would be in vain
But for my little girl
Her daddy was her world

How can a father leave
It’s hard for me to conceive
Not even say goodbye
I can only stand by

And watch her tears stream down
From her big eyes of brown
Her bleeding heart poured out
Through her brown eyes spout

I set my pain aside
My broken heart I’ll hide
And take the time to heal
As before my girl I kneel

And let her hug and hold
As I lovingly enfold
Her precious body in my arms
Wishing to protect her heart from harm

From harm, hurt, and pain
I wish my arms could constrain
But for now I hold her tight
As her daddy silently takes flight

To my sweet 8yr old daughter

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Daddy Dear

 

July 2014

Oh daddy dear,

Why take these years off your life with such rage and anger and wrath?

You make yourself look like such a fool.

Breathing out curses and idle threats,

We all know you won’t follow through.

You want our respect,

but the words you reflect

are unworthy of anyone’s time!

Insanity is the result of your fit.

If you want different results,

then try a different approach.

Oh, daddy dearest,

You made home the dreariest place to be.

When you went away,

a peace settled in,

and we were all free to relax.

If everywhere you go,

you get the same response,

then maybe you should look within.

– Mommy Sincere

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