I walked a journey called life
Alone, distant, heart and soul detached.
Speechless, to words you had to say,
Deaf for the words I didn’t want to hear.
Stumbling I fell, and it was you,
Whom continued kicking, prodding, beating.
I lifted myself up, to try to fly again,
My wings were broken, no longer I can soar.
Victim to your prison, I’m held hostage,
Nothing to live for, detained from the world.
Markings only visible, under long sleeves,
Protecting garments worn to hide evidence of your love.
It was a child, whom was conceived through us,
Whom gathered up the remnants, and mended me again.
Your thunderous hands inflaming her, this time I had enough,
Through the pain I lifted, to spread my wings one last time.
Not this time, you lose,
As I pounce, I pray for mercy.
As I tear away, the monster that you are,
I learned that I can once again, be who I am, a woman, a mother…..
Author notes
one line
to spread my wings one last time
also use it as title.
A contest entry
- Titles and Lines-Pick One... by Lady Disdain.
500 points, ended August 17, 2007, 9 entries
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Very nicely written~ I appreciate the story in the poem as well as the strength of the stanzas. Very good. good Luck!
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Wow... this says so much. thank you for sharing your heart with us. I'm so sorry for your pain, but I'm so glad to read that you were not embittered by it, but have grown stronger.
I just wanted to point out a little nit-picky error in your poem; "whom" in verses 1 and 4 is supposed to be "who." Other than that, this is great!
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Success is getting up one more time than we fall. Never stop spreading your wings
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Sadness does change to a memory of what not to do. Your heart speaks volumes that many can relate.
Love and learn on your path to peace.
How about a cup of hazelnut coffee with a hint of milk chocolate stirred by a cinnamon stick?
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From the heart
My God, Angel, my heart bleeds for you. How long ago was this? Thank God your daughter inspired you and got from beneath the beast. And, thank God he finally got what was coming to him as well.
Bastards like him make a mockery of life by destroying the lives of others. If I were there, or anywhere close to you, I would make a few "changes" in his life as well, using my hands. I hate abusers, and I hate people who think love is a "tool", rather than a commitment.
I know that I write about some really vile things, but trust me, I've never taken anything from anyone by force, I've always had to hear the words "yes, baby", or I didn't do it.
Thank you for sharing your life with us, not too many people have the courage to do that, but it seems you are one courageous [sp] lady, and I love you.
Leave the haters in their snake-pit, and proceed with your own beautiful life without them.
Brazos
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A powerful theme and so much to say about it. Your writing is very effective and solid. Lots of convincing ideas. Abuse makes you feel trapped and hopeless. It's good when you find help, support and understanding Your poem inspires and emphasizes our personal responsibility to take care of ourselves. Physical danger and violence is a part of reality at least temporarily. Your poem feels a safe place. Honest inventory as well and strong in human dignity. Thank you!
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Awwwwww.
This was penned from your heart, a beautiful though often sad place. *hugs you*
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Beautifully and I'm sure painfully written sweetheart. I know the pain you went through, not all of it but I will in time hear more of the stories. Love you doll...
Scott
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Thank you for listening to me during my times of rambling on the past, i know its not easy for you either. For i can tell you indeed care, and feel it when i do tell of them. SO much, Scott, so much, and Im trying so hard.. Thank you is all i can really say.
Love you too
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It was a child, whom was conceived through us,
Whom gathered up the remnants, and mended me again.
WOW...this touched my heart only after I was told put my daughter in my place did I ever see that I had been abused, I thought it was love...
Great job on this ,,, good luck in contest
If this was true story I commend you for spreading your wings to protect your children and to protect yourself
God bless you
Vickie
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oh my
If I get this one then I am amazed and proud of you. I have oft found that abuse victims dont feel enough for themself to stop the abuse on themself but will act to protect their childrens. Unfortunately some wont even act then. If this story is true I am happy you found the way to once again say "I learned that I can once again, be who I am, a woman, a mother….."
God bless you, this was touching and quite well done. I applaud you for your courage to write this, Mark
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You nailed it. My husband had beaten me so bad i could barely move. It was the acts of my oldes at the time 4 that showed my courage by kicking dads kneee (wich i dont agree with should never hit parent) but in this case im lucky . He was going to crush my head in with a table she kicked him behind the knees and he buckled she ran. as he turned he back handed her causing her stumble hten fall. I became angry knowing that i had to get up one last time..i did and i pounced on him and didnt let off til i knew my kids where out of the house. She gave me strength to go on..Thank you fo r reading me, and most of all for seeing who i am. Me.
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And for showing us who you are, we love you for it, adore you for your strength, admire you for your courage to stand up, and for your conviction in a raised character to make a safe place not just for your kids, but for yourself. one of my front page mottos is 'a life is there to be lived, not tolerated' and you my friend, have taken the stand to do just that. Huge applause for that, huge applause.
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