Cycles
A Poem About Abusive Relationships
I stare at the door
Imagining myself turning the handle
The cold metal in my grasp
I even can hear the subtle click
But still,
I stare.
I see clothes flying
Soaring through the air
Like birds with broken wings
Descending as quickly as they depart
I hear a low voice
Picking up intensity
Holding my very being by the throat
I feel my lifeless body
Flopping to and fro
Before becoming airborne
Hands—
Like shackles
Holding me captive...
I grip the doorknob
Squeezing my eyes shut
As if mere force,
would drown my nightmares
The voice only grows louder
Hatred personified
I am a terrified child
Desperately looking for my haven
Hiding from consequence
I wake with a jolt
Instinctively reaching out
I feel a warm figure
Brush my naïve fingers
And suddenly it consumes me
I am catatonic
But my heart begs me to relax
I’m in a familiar place
I don’t dare disturb him,
As I exhale my anxiety
my mind becomes foggy
I see that door
And watch myself open it,
Again and again.
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