I wanted to share this moving poem I came across on a fellow bloggers page. I think so many women can relate to some if not all of the post. Domestic, physical, emotional or psycholigcal abuse doesn’t happen in an instance. It is a slow and dangerous process. Please take a look 🙂
He grabs my hand and never lets go
Sounds sweet at first, but I want to roam
I push and shove and tug to get away
But he’s determined to make me stay.
I fight his grasp, lose control
It seems better to let this piece of me go
Cut off my hand and let him keep hold
Of a piece of me.
Just one piece.
Once he’s got my hand to lead me where he wants
He craves control of my legs to force me to run
Do things faster, go places I don’t want to go
He rushes me down these scary roads.
Maybe if I let him take that control,
It’ll be enough.
Just one more piece.
Now he’s fighting to take everything I have,
As he drags me down these dangerous paths,
He’s taken my voice so I can’t ask
Where we’re heading, what’ll be here
But I know he can smell my fear.
I can’t fight back
Haven’t the strength to push
No courage to run
No desire to be my own person
I need him.
He controls me for the better.
It’s scary and it’s lonely
But I can’t trust myself anymore.
I’m the reason
I’m in this situation
So I’ll let him
Run the show.
I’m forever with him,
Forgotten who I am
Other than I’m out of control.
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