Anonymous
End Abuse
Karyn Indursky
Memories of a man
I once knew
haunt me daily and nightly
like a never-ending nightmare.
Memories of his
mental and emotional abuse
scare me not only outwardly,
but inwardly.
Memories of how he
threatened my family
plague me
like an infectious disease.
Memories of how God
listened to me at ALL hours
allows me the strength
to keep faith.
Memories of how music
helped me calm down
and not give up reminds me
of an outlet.
Memories of how men
aren't entirely the same
showers me with hope
only day I'll leave my memories behind.