No More Heartache
You’ve let someone take away your love, your spirit, your bliss.
You’re empty inside remembering those feelings that you now miss.
They disappeared one by one as he took them away,
It began when you accepted abuse the very first day.
It starts with humiliation and progresses from there.
Then he starts breaking things dishes, trinkets and chairs.
If you accept all these, then the slapping and hitting starts,
It progresses from there until your left with a damaged heart.
Oh yes, I know the routine, the “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again.”
But by then you are both sucked into the extreme violent trend.
You feel like a nothing when the first punch comes, you deserved it you say.
You’ve changed, your different, you were lost somewhere along the way
The more you give the more he devours until nothing is left inside.
You’ve lost your worth, your joy, but most of all you lost your pride.
You tell yourself to leave but for some reason you stay where you are.
You dread hearing his truck or him coming home from nearest bar.
In fact, there’s nothing you look forward to anymore.
You start shutting down, closing all the opened doors.
You start doing things by instinct and hopefully get through the day.
Hoping beyond hope that you don’t forget how to pray.
If you last as long as others have done,
You start waiting and wishing for your life on earth to end.
So you can be at peace, and finally go home to mend.
No more heartache, no more pain.
Just your God and loving Father, calling out your name.
Written by,
Bonnie May
I survived and I hope many do! I hope they realize they must stay strong and learn and GOooooo!
for their souls!
My poetry is based on this too, Some of my older ones really!
WE MUST EMPOWER these women... Forward!
WRITE-ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Soulful SHEExooo
STay Positive! My prayers stay strong for those in these predicaments!
Cryssa
Edwin
Love,
Connie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Sandie May :o)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.