Redneck Rin RLE2 wound2tight's blog: "POEMS FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE"

DON'T LET SOMEONE ELSE DEFINE WHETHEER OR NOT YOU ARE GOING TO BE SUCCESS OR FAILURE. DEFINE SUCCESS FOR YOURSELF. REACH FOR YOUR GOALS THAT YOU HAVE SET FOR YOURSELF. IF YOU BELIEVE ANYONE THAT TELLS YOU THAT YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT, JUST KNOW THIS. GOD DOESN'T MAKE TRASH. YOU ARE HERE FOR A REASON, JUST ASK HIM. HE KNOWS. NEGATIVE PEOPLE ARE LONELY PEOPLE.

BECAUSE WOMAN ARE TAUGHT TO KEEP SILENT IN TIMES THEY SHOULD NOT I WON'T, AND IF I AM TAKEN TO THE GROUND, WORN DOWN, THAN SOMEONE ELSE WILL MARK MY SPOT WHERE I LIE, AND TAKE MY PLACE. MOTHER MAY ADORE THE MANNEQUIN SMILES, AND FATHERS AND BROTHERS, EVEN LOVERS DEFEND THE IMAGE WITH THEIR LIVES UNTIL, MY SISTERS BEGIN TO EMBRACE IT. I CAN LOOK AT MYSELF, AND FIND ONE SMALL PERSON, STANDING..... NOT AT WAR AGAINST THE WORLD, BUT AN INNER SHADOW BOXER.

WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY WHEN IT'S ALL BEEN SAID. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO HEAR WHEN IT'S ALL BEEN HEARD. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SEE WHEN IT'S ALL BEEN SEEN. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO TOUCH WHEN IT;S ALL BEEN RUBBED OUT. WHAT MORE IS THER TO TASTE BUT THE TEARS. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO FEEL BUT ALL THE FEARS. THE HEART HAS BEEN CRUSHED. THE MIND HAS BEEN FOGGED. THE BODY HAS BEEN USED. SO NOW WE END AND I EMERGE........

LIKE PETALS OPENING FROM A YOUNG SPRING FLOWER, SLOWLY, TENTATIVELY, REACHING SKYWARD. DEW DROPS SPARKLING IN THE MORNING LIGHT BURSTING WITH LIFE, THAT IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN YOU START OVER AFTER LIVING IN FEAR WITH AN ABUSIVE SPOUSE. WITH EACH DAY GROWING STRONGER, LIKE PETALS IN THE FLOWER, UNFOLDING GOING CAUTIOUSLY FORTH SEEKING STRENGTH BEAUTY AND FULFILLMENT. THE WIPING WINGS MAY BEND MY DELICATE PEATALS AND SOME WILL FALL, BUT I WILL GROWN NEW ONES AND THE PETALS THAT BLOW AWAY IN THE WIND I WILL PUT BEHIND ME. I WILL KEEP GROWING STRONGER AND MORE BEAUTIFUL WITH EACH PASSING DAY AND ALTHOUGH IT MAY RAIN SO HARD I WILL DROOP, THE SUN WILL BUST FORTH AND DRY MY WILTED PETALS AND I WILL GROW TO MATURITY AND THE SEED I DROP INTO THE RICH EARTH WILL KNOW NO FEAR.

WHEN WE FIRST START OUT I THOUGHT OUR LOVE MIGHT FOLLOW THE TRADITION OF GOOD WINE AND GET BETTER WITH AGE. INTO OUR RELATIONSHIP I THOUGHT OUR LOVE MIGHT LIKE CHEESE FERMENT AND BECOME MELLOW. AND AT THE END OFOUR RELATIONSHIP I COMPARE YOUTO A WINE MADE WITH SOUR GRAPES THAT EVENTUALLY TURNED TO VINEGAR. IN THE AFTERMATH OF OUR RELATIONSHIP I CAN COMPARE MYSELF TO A LOAF OF BREAD THAT AS A DOUGH WAS CAREFULLY KNEADED AND ALLOWED TO RISE TO FULLNESS BUT AFTER BEING BAKED, SLICE, AND LEFT UNCOVERED EXPOSED TO THE AIR I, LIKE THE BREAD MERELY BECAME HARD.

BOXED, LABELED, SHIPPED TO DESTINATIONS UNKNOWN. DO NOT BEND, FOLD, MUTILATE. FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE--- NOT ENOUGH POSTAGE!!! PANIC STRAPS MY CARDBOARD HEART. WILL I BE RETURNED TO SENDER? BLINDLY WHIRLING AMONG THE CARNIVAL OF MIRRORS, DIZZY, LOST IN DISTORTION. UNLOVING LOVERS SIZE MY IMAGE. AM I ENOUGH???? ALICE IN HORRORLAND!! WILL I EVER ESCAPE? FOREVER, FOREVER, FOREVER CHASING, BREATHLESSLY THE STANDARDS OF EXCELLENCE IN TOO MANY ARENS. THE JEERING CROWDS SEIZE MY SOUL PASSING THEIR JUDGEMENTS. PLEASE SOMEBODY! CAREFULLY, GENTLY MEASURE ME SEE WHERE I FIT, WHERE I HAVE ENOUGH, BUT NOT TOO MUCH. WRAP ME IN SECURITY AND DARE ME TO MOVE AGAIN!

SHE FORCES HER STEPS THROUGH THE CHRISTMAS MADNESS WITH A STRANGE AIR ABOUT HER, TRYING TO STAND ERECT. TRYING TO SQUARE HER SHOULDERS. HER WELL- MANICURED NAILS CLUTCH AN EXPENSIVE PURSE FILLED WITH EVERYTHING BUT PROMISE OF HER NEXT MEAL. HER VACANT DOLL'S EYES SEE NOTHING BUT THE FLOOR AS SHE STUMBLES ON THE EMPTY VASTNESS OF THE FUTURE. CATCHING HER BREATHE THE PAIN STOPS HER FROM INHALING. THE CROWD PARTS AS SHE STRUGGLES, BREATHLESS, "PLEASE, I NEED MORE AIR. I CAN'T SWALLOW THE SHAME WITHOUT MORE AIR!" ONCE AGAIN SHE TRIES TO RAISE HER EYES, AND LIFT HER CHIN, ENDLESSLY CONTINUING THE BUILDING OF HER WALLS.

HELP ME TO BELIEVE... IN SUNGLOW AND WARM LAUGHTER THAT TULIPS WILL RETURN IN THE SPRING. HELP MY SPIRIT SHINE... WITH HOPES OVERFLOWING LIKE TEARS OF JOY FROM EYES UNDER THE SOFT CANDLEGLOW. OH IT'S STORMY OUT TONIGHT: AND I, WET, BEDRAGGLED FALTER MY HEARTBEATS. YES, THEY BEAT SLOW... BEAT SLOW, SO SLOW.

YOUR EYES LOOK AT ME IN HORROR AS I BEG YOU TO LET ME LIVE TIL TOMMORROW. WILL THESE BEATINGS EVER END? OR IS THIS RESTITUTION FOR MY SIN? TONIGHT, IN MY BED, I WILL LAY AWAKE MY BODY WILL TREMBLE, MY SOUL WILL SHAKE. IT'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU TO COME IN ONCE MORE, THE BEATINGS WILL BEGIN. PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY, LET ME DIE GO AHEAD, BEAT ME, I WILL NOT CRY BURN ME, PUSH ME TO MY LIMIT I'M NOT GOING TO HELL, I'M LIVING IN IT. MAYBE MY FAMILY WON'T SEE THE BRUISE OR HEAR ABOUT THE WAY I'M BEING ABUSED YOU WONDER ON WHO THEY WILL PLACE THE BLAME DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL THEM........ I'M TOO ASHAMED.

I'M IN A BOX 6 FOOT TALL AND DON'T HAVE MUCH ROOM AT ALL THE WEATHER IN THERE IS CLOUDY EVERYDAY AND IT'S NO FUN, I'M HERER TO SAY YOU HIDE IN A CORNER, SIT AND CRY NOT KNOWING IF YOUR GOING TO LIVE OR DIE YOU PRAY THAT YOUR CHILDREN WILL ALL BE FINE AND WONDER WHY DID YOU MARRY A MAN OF THIS KIND HE WASN'T THIS WAY AT FIRST, YOU SEE IN FACT HE WAS VERY NICE TO MEET ME BUT NOW HE'S MY RULER I MUST OBEY FOR HIM I NEED TO BE JUST THE RIGHT WAY HOW DO I KNOW IF I'M RIGHT OR WRONG IN WHICH CORNER DO I BELONG I CANNOT GO RUN OR HIDE CAUSE THEN HE'LL FIND ME AND BEAT ME INSIDE NO ONE LOVES ME HE TOLD ME SO SO I CAN'T LEAVE I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO THE HIT IN THE HEAD, THE BROKEN BONES BUT HE SAYS HE LOVES ME I JUST DONE SOMETHING WRONG I SUE TO ASK HIM TO HIT ME IN MY BACK AND NOT MY FACE CAUSE I CAN'T HIDE THAT I SUE TO HATE TO GO TO THE STORE CAUSE IF A MAN LOOKED AT ME I WOULD GET BEAT MORE SO SEE THIS BOX IS JUST TOO SMALL I'VE GOT TO GO AFTERALL DOES THE WHOLE WORLD HATE ME WILL I GET BEAT AGAIN WILL THESE TERRIBLE TIMES EVER END AM I SUCH A BAD PERSON WHAT DID I DO WHY CAN'T I JUST BE HAPPY LIKE YOU