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Punching Bag
In the beginning, I was weak
Broken hearted, filled with hope
I wanted to love again
I wanted to feel
Your love was different
Unique and surreal
I fell for your charm
I fell for your lies
I tried to leave, you asked me “why?"
You promised me everything
To love me everyday
The anger set in, you knew I would stray
I couldn’t love you
I couldn’t lie to your face
You promised me pain
If I left that day
You threatened me with your fist
You said you’d break down my door
You set things on fire
You chased me out the door
My neck was the beginning
So tight, I couldn’t breathe
I was scared, I didn’t listen
I stayed with you out of fear
I told myself to run, I told myself to leave
I fell into the trap, I was not myself
I couldn’t feel
I told others I would never be that person
But that person was what I had become
I was trapped filled with denial
Too embarassed to ask for help
The last time I spent with you
You put through hell
You kept me locked down
Like I was in a prison cell
I ran far away until I couldn't breathe
But I knew at the end of the day
I was finally free
I fear for the next person
For they will never know
The lies you tell
The person underneath that shell
I am different now
I learned from my mistakes
I pass this on to the next person
Please hear my plea..
There is life beyond this hell
Have hope, never fear
Trust your gut, live without regrets
You are worth more than to be...
someone’s punching bag
The other side
Of that fearful coin. I wrote something similar that I'd like to share with you. http://www.postpoems.org/authors/roc/poem/961680
Congratulations on finding the strength to break free.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I use to be an ear for abused women in crisis
The key is to know boundaries and never accept threats of violence no matter how early on. Real men don't threaten to hit or strangle women. They don't threaten to break down a door and come after you if you leave them That is not healthy behavior. We teach others how to treat us. If they don't follow our guidelines then we must let them go even if we do believe we love them. Things only get worse if we allow violence to become a part of the relationship. I so enjoyed your poem. It is a cautionary tale to other women
Thank you so much for sharing. Sincerely, Melissa
P.S. and I'm so glad you are out of that toxic environment.