They Tell Me

I debated about whether I ought to post this or not, but I chose to because I feel it fits with several others I’ve written, and as I restructure my blog that may make more sense. That being said, over the summer I read several articles about domestic abuse and sexual harassment, and I was inspired to write this.

 

They tell me

it’s normal

when little boys

rip the wings off

of butterflies.

They tell me

it’s normal.

 

They tell me

I should have known

when his hands wandered,

his eyes wandered too.

They tell me

I should have known.

 

They don’t know

he ripped my wings

over quiet years

of concealed pain.

They don’t know,

They don’t care.

 

They told me

we had love-

three long years

together.

They told me

we had love.

 

So I stayed

for that love.

But love isn’t

breaking her down.

But I stayed

for my love.

 

Three years past,

I am healed,

mostly.

I will thrive.

Three years past

I am healed.

~August 19, 2016~

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