This is to my husband of 16 yrs. Read it and weep..I won't be here next time you change your mind! NO MORE ABUSE!
Your viscious nature kills my soul Your anger...your hate...your words I'm better off without you Your nasty words...abuse...insanity My insides scream in pain Your hands...words...actions caused None see the damage you cause inside & out Broken or....bleeding...or bruised Through with you I am, no more pain Be gone...disappear...fly away Leave me silently weeping for what isn't No love..kindness...family My soul needs to mend so that I may live on Find happiness..love...life I must free myself from beneath the soil Fly away..I will...Survive you
Oh my Rhonda...what a very serious dilemna you are in as I discover your poetry. Abuse is hateful and to must escape and survive. The raw emotion has driven your pen to a wrenching write of it's own beauty despite the fear and pain. Please know you are in my prayers.
Taylor
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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