Poem of lament — by an anonymous reader
[August 4, 2022: There have been some changes made to this post. For more information, read the Editors’ notes at the bottom of the post. Editors.]
And is kind.
It is not proud.
Is not puffed up.
It thinks no evil.
You have broken my heart.
My heart being so tender has been further broken by you.
You say you loved me but you critiqued me nearly every day. You humiliated me in a group or with your best friend. You never tried to find a dream and make it happen. You tried to dampen my dreams….suppress me and make me what you wanted me to be.
Your rage was like a knife that cut deep in my heart….your words were painful like the sting of a viper.
Your lack of empathy.
Your poor me mentality.
Your lack of respect in the bedroom.
Your harsh ways.
Had me walking on egg shells and fearing the consequences of my actions, my behaviour or something I said. Sometimes wondering what mood I’d be dealing with when you walked in the door.
My heart is broken…. It is closed. I cannot open it up to anyone. I have to protect myself from more pain.
I thought you were my rock.
My rock I could cling to when things were tough.
Instead I got buffeted about by the huge waves that hit against me. My man was not my rock he was a storm.
Each wave….each hit of the viper’s venom wore me down more and more to a place of no strength.
My heart bleeding and broken to a point of almost disrepair.
Anxious depressed weary I went about asking for help. I being a desperate women needing understanding and support.
NO ONE….NO ONE at all was there….ALONE….desperately alone.
My heart is dead….my heart is shut….never to let another in….not you not anybody will ever be trusted with my heart again.
I trusted you….I gave myself to you….I believed you….I loved you….YOU were not and are not worthy of my love nor my heart….
A tender rose….with delicate petals needing love and lots of it.
A butterfly weak and vulnerable with wings still yet to dry….needing understanding….nurturing….and patience….the wings a beautiful purple and royal blue….a princess butterfly arrayed in beauty….unable to fly….unable to be free….a prisoner to the tree it was bound to.
I am a princess, arrayed with beauty and jewels of The King. He watches over me and has collected every tear I have cried in a bottle. He is my King….my Father and my Husband. He is faithful to me when I am so faithless.
I will one day forgive you but I can never love again….never open my heart up nor my soul. I am damaged beyond repair….
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