Domestic Violence Awareness Month

As many of you know, October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. So I feel the need to share this poem I wrote about the abusive relationship I was in a few years ago. I wrote this about a year after I got out of it. I was trying to recapture how I felt shortly after the breakup. Apparently, I had really put it behind me because I had a hard time dredging up those feelings. I wrote it anyways because I wanted to make sure that I remember it and learned something from it so I don't find myself in that situation again. Well here it is.

Abused
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Who could ever understand
The pain inflicted at his hand?
The pain for which she takes the blame
The pain for which she feels such shame
What is it that made her stay?
Why could she not get away?
How could she let him have her mind?
How could she deal all this time?
Her trust has been shattered
Her heart has been battered
All feelings have vanished
All emotions been banished
Each word he spoke
He used to choke
All the life and soul from her
How could she let this thing occur?
His words cut her deep
The road she was on grew steep
She wanted to protect her heart
She should have from the start
She saw how to protect her heart
To block out pain from the start
Step by step, brick by brick
The walls around her heart grew thick
She finally made a vow
She will never again allow
Any hurt to meet her soul
Hurt that has left a big hole
The walls around her heart grew strong
After having been done so wrong
By this man by whom she was ravaged
Is her life permanently damaged?


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Quote: Bessie Anderson Stanley

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”

-Bessie Anderson Stanley

I Want To Write

I want to write. I'm always thinking about writing but I can never think of anything to write about. I love blogging. If someone would pay me to travel and blog about it, I would be the happiest person in the world. But I want to write poems and stories too. I can't come up with any stories and I can't finish any of the poems I start. They are like my life, no direction. I can see myself traveling and writing but I can also see myself starting that record label or getting into sports management. However, none of them seem possible right now. I want to go back to when I believed I could do anything. Back before I needed a degree and money to get one. Back before my spirit was crushed by the people closest to me. Back to when the sky was the limit.

Beauty Is In The Eye Of Who

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But who is really the beholder?
If the beholder is supposed to be the individual
Then how come so many of us don't see beauty in ourselves?
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How does the beholder decide what is beautiful?
Men, the media, society
They all tell us what is beautiful
If they tell us something about us isn't beautiful
Are they right?


Beauty Is In The Eye Of Who by Porcelain Lotus is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

All around, darkness reigns
Everything is surrounded by pain
Bitterness coarses through her veins
What's the point when there is no gain?
Going through life is like walking through rain
There is nothing left to keep her sane


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Quote: Unknown

"It's never too late to be who you could have been"
-Unknown

Getting Reaquainted

I decided to start this blog as an outlet. When I was young I really enjoyed writing. I wrote poems and short stories. Then I got into high school where writing became homework. Essays, essays, essays. I was told that when writing essays we were expected to restate the facts and not put ourselves into the essays. Who were we? No one cares about what we think. Whenever I did put myself into an essay my grade was marked down and was told to restate the facts. It didn't take long before I dreaded all forms of writing. This in combination with some other occurrences in my life changed me and my creativity was kind of stripped from me. Now years later, I am rediscovering my love for writing. However, I am completely insecure about it. I feel like someone who betrayed me a long time ago is back in my life and I don't know whether I can trust them or not. So I started this blog so that I can post my writing and maybe develop some confidence in it again.