The power lies in your hands.
What happens when someone takes everything you thought you were?
With each strike of your fist,
I cower and beg for mercy.
Vile torrents of hatred spew from your lips.
Each thunderous stamp of your foot,
splintering the bones encasing my heart.
Your maniacal cackle as I plead for pity.
Stammering my apologies,
no longer sure what I am sorry for.
You, like a child at play.
Gleeful and carefree, so animated
as you take the last vestiges of me.
Slowly stripped of ‘titles’ that once defined me.
Lover, Husband, Dad, Man.
How do I go on?
Don't know if I can.
If you're not ready to leave just yet...
The Faint, Small Smile.
For the tiny moments of light that survive even in difficult places.
Reasons I'm Leaving
Sometimes leaving is the beginning of finding yourself again.
Things I Never Said
For the words that stay inside us long after we've stopped speaking them.
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Thank you for reading.
— Shannon x
