Mouth blisters
in the sun
as I swear
at the jerk
standing in front of me.
Still,
years later
he refuses to listen to me.
Mouth blisters
in the sun
as I swear
at the jerk
standing in front of me.
Still,
years later
he refuses to listen to me.
Self imposed
deadline.
Work needs to be done.
Make it happen.
I am living in a dream world…
I was hurt once before.
I trusted him.
Years have gone by.
Yet I need to remember the past.
Can I allow this man the chance
To hurt me once again?
Lol.
A response to a person’s message.
How things change.
Keep up with the times.
or you will find me
LMAO.
I was told not to cry.
I would be laughed at while embarrassed.
Anger was forbidden.
Smiles were allowed
and sometimes there was joy.
Growing up I found myself scared of making mistakes
because I never wanted to be punished.
It was the emotional distancing
from my problems that allowed me to survive.
Now, I have to relearn new techniques to cope
and
that crying is not a sign of weakness.
Ideas come.
Some are good to act upon.
Others need to be aired and then denied.
Occasionally, stupid ones are acted upon.
So comes today!
Drugs taken in a safe place.
Users watched over so that no deaths happen.
Migrants that sneak past the border.
Living on borrowed visas.
People make mistakes.
Help them.
Please.
I was brought up to not be selfish.
Be grateful for any gifts given to you.
If you wanted something
you never asked for it.
You needed to buy it yourself.
Now, years later I am learning about self care
and how much of my childhood inhibited it.
I could not look after myself
because it would be selfish of me
and so I burned out
and had nothing left for others.
I wish I could change time
and yet I know
the only time I can change is now.
Selfish I will be when I need recharging.
Selfish I will be when I feel lost and alone.
Selfish I will be because I know
I am worth it!
No one can call me selfish when I take care of myself before them!
I hate him.
I want nothing to do with him.
Yet, for the sake of the children
things are kept civil.
As much as I want nothing to do with him
His presence is still felt in my life.
I resent him.
And his family,
for the trauma I spent in those years.
The aftermath which stills troubles me today.
Therapy helps, but even then
there are things I can only hope I’ll be able to deal with.
My strength can sometimes fail me.
Point of View.
The phrase that is trending.
Too bad
most people can’t see the other point of view.
All they wish to share
is their own.
If you disagree…
you are Wrong!