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by Rhonda Maneki




Do I truly hear the meaning behind the words you speak?
So carelessly thoughtless and cruel, The bite of your anger
lashes across my soul,drawing blood stained tears
from bruised eyes and a shattered heart.

Your tongue cuts deeper than
the knife that you have held at my throat,
with the threat of death upon its willing blade.

The gun in the corner with my demise written upon the bullet
is *cocked* and ready For when you feel
my resistance too much for your inflated ego to bear.

Hushed sobs in heaps of pillows, stifled and raw,
my throat aches from where your hands clenched
and squeezed, till stars shot across my vision
then broke my fall into blissful oblivion…
Despair is my friend, The want of an end is my goal.

-yet-

Within the darkness there remains a constant light.
a vigilance of hope, my resilience, my stubbornness,
my ability to survive and yes, faith, sweet faith,
my ability to - LIVE -

You never would have guessed, I would rather die
than to have your version of love…
Take the guilt you bathe me in.
I give it back to you,

The pain you caused,
I rip from your greedy hands.

To regain my freedom,
I swear allegiance to myself…

I thank the Universe for clarity and love.
I stand before you not destroyed but,
renewed and stronger than Ever before.

I can bear your hate for it's not mine to truly bear,
but, your own, a reflection of your weakness which
you can't possibly stand.

I walk away whole,
I loved you once before
I loved myself…

You only had a small fraction of me,
I now possess the entirety of myself…
Which I embrace.

Your pain is greater than any
pain you could have caused me...


I forgive you.

02/09/2007

Author's Note: I'm alive and he hates it - hates me-
its never about revenge it is about living well
living in grace.

Posted on 02/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rhonda Maneki

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