Lessons LearnedA Poem by Malan
How do I thank you for the lessons you've taught me? How do I make sense of the constant battle within my heart between hatred & gratitude? How can such contrasting emotions reside in the same heart?
Thank you for showing me that although I may think that I have imagined the worst that could happen; when I find myself on my knees begging for mercy, believing that I am beyond my breaking point, you somehow manage to catapult the possibilities of dangers sent to destroy me.. Through that, I learned to leave extra space for the horrors that hadn't yet entered my mind.. I became stronger, more adaptable.. Thank you for the countless, endless nights that you left me alone, sobbing, naked on the bathroom floor, in shock at your cruelty & betrayal.. Through that, I learned to be independent, to be resilient, to expect the unexpected, but the most precious lesson of all, that only I can change the way I feel.. I am solely responsible for the way I react to you; that through my own dysfunction, I taught YOU how to treat me.. I, alone, allowed the abuse, I allowed myself to become your silent victim because the payoff was so phenomenal, the tender apologies, the gentle touches, the genuine angst in your eyes when you saw my heart shattered across the floor like a broken vase.. I'm stronger now, I'm not who I once was, I crave kindness & affection & never again will I allow myself to be degraded, hurt, & humiliated in the vain attempt to feel love.. That's not love, you're not a lover, but you are, indeed, a very powerful teacher.. © 2013 MalanReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 1, 2013 Last Updated on July 1, 2013 AuthorMalanMorgan , UTAboutI don't really think of myself as a writer, or a poet, I've just stuffed away all the pain I've experienced over the course of my life, & lately, I've become aware that after an entire life of hiding .. more..Writing
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