Reflections

1 in 4 women will be sexually/mentally abused during a relationship. They will be passively dominated by the male, and left to feel like a helpless victim. There is hope out there for you.

And for days,  she been waitin’ on an answer

From those who told her they loved her

And he’s been trying for hours to try her patience, kept her locked up in this cage just,

Waiting for the fire to burn out

 

From lost consciousness he awakened,

To find his last action a deliverance,

A penance in evil from his lost love,

Begging for forgiveness, in a drunken stupor,

Wanting her to return from the window pane as the rain pours.

Expectations are broken her face healed from the sores, and he began to remember it was his pain,

No his guilt that was the source.

 

Just like an apology, you cling to a meaningless word,

Just as you put on your headphones to shut out this world.

That’s a shame, what we deny ourselves,

This beautiful, to enjoy.

We take away from this earth,

To create, like an ingenious ploy to make

Something gorgeous into something useful

But wait, we ask ourselves constantly,

Couldn’t we live without this and that?

Yet, we feel incomplete without checking our facebooks, and stupid for not using google to check a fact,

Yet we blame social media for the social skills we lack.

You say you’re the master of your own life,

There’s nothing you’re a slave to,

We merely allow ourselves a delusion,

That what we own makes us who we are, 

Man, when it becomes you,

Your touch on reality is just way too far,

Tell me, what’s your true God?

What do you return to when you feel down and out?

Leaving pieces of yourself scattered around,

Just for a small bit of existence?

That’s a life not meant for dreams, 

Just a soul lost in the seams

Do we really allow ourselves to become,

Slaves to our own desires,

Thinking that we really own anything but ourselves,

That we’re raised so shallow,

Instead of loving and caring on Christmas, 

We wait to expect gift from imaginary elves?

Now can you imagine values like that,

In a man so detached,

He’d risk everything,

To prove his worth to someone who kept him intact?

She looks back to him with a wandering grasp,

Wondering why his mind is wavering, and she feels like leaving,

Desperately clinging to her identity, but I promise you, you are worth so much more than validity his selfish self wants to give you.

The vulgarity of the world begins to poison the mind,

As the masses become intoxicated with wine, and he begs more and more,

For punishment for his crime, he’ll pay his fine and bury his notions, his soul,

In great commotions from the motions  he makes left to sit in horror as he breaks. 

Trying for the sake of himself to bring about this change that will make him into a better man, but can he?

She asks for more, questioning her existence, as he diverts conscience, her mind crumbles under the weight of such a broken commitment.

 

She reflects us, channels us, reminds us of our flaws and the greatfulness of trust when she’s weak and corroded with the bitterness of cold,

When her heart breaks from the men who burn her soul,

And who are we but puppets to

These trinkets that relieve us of our identity,

The weakness you feel when you lose your phone or computer, that’s not safety, that’s insanity.

 

And does it matter, how frail your choices are,

It’s the pain you hold inside that defines you,

That well wish in your torment that bind you,

And she gasps for air,

Her hands raise up to god and asks for him listen

And when his response is voiceless, 

She asks “Why didn’t I accept him?”

She isn’t a religious person,

But That man thought she should respect him,

He spoken his own rules, and told her,

To memorize them,

She was powerless to his reign, 

And he just loved watching her beg for freedom.

After beating down her own will, He said your soul will be next if she didn’t heed him,

He feeds off the attention given, when she returns home again,

To attempt to love,

Attempt to amend.

 

She cowers in fear at the towering ideals

That once protected her from harm

She packs up her possessions but becomes possessed by the power he had overher.

Begging for reason, she slams her heart down on the counter,

Shamed by her life, she shoves her being on the shelf,

Locked in a cupboard in the place they committed their first sin is her lost self.

And I’m watching as you lie down and

Bear the weight of your broken world,

They tell me they love me,

I’ll tell you he loves you,

And it’s not the mysterious being who lives over everything,

He is your true love, yourself, the you locked inside your being,

She’s been here for hours,

Just waiting for the next set of cowards,

To degrade her body, to water her flowers,

And she looks ahead to give a better future to her daughter,

After losing her self worth to imposters,

Who claimed to love her just as much as her father…

 

With such a vindictive soul,

You can keep your worship on the shelf,

But perhaps we all worship,

Instead of gods, ourselves.

Instead of love and bonds we keep meaningless connections

With people who make us worthless

That promised us protection.

And perhaps that’s the way it was meant for her,

To be a burden on this earth, to live a life not meant for dreams,

Just a body in a hearse.

 

And she screams for mercy

You say you know everything

She yells “No one could know anything about my life”

But maybe you’ll see through these wounds,

Hate seeps through slowly,

Creativity dies

Through her eyes, with lies,

And she sells her body on the sidewalk to make enough just to feel alive

And she’s lost faith in the divine,

And I know that you’re gorgeous,

And you’re just stuck between the lines,

And I know you’re meant for more and 

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you..

I’m…I..couldn’t.

 

 

Author's Note

This poem was written before I found my literary voice. I'd like to redo it, with the style and inflictions on wordplay now that I think I'm actually talented, but in order to move forward I must have a starting location. That is why this sounds a lot more childish than my other works.

Reviews

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I really feel this piece BR. Many women have been abused by men, physically and mentally.
It needs to stop and I'm so glad our voices are being heard and taken seriously.
I'm glad Emily sent the RR for this one.