Forever waiting...no more

Ask me in December,

How it hurt, how it felt,

Why I screamed when you pushed me,

How it shattered my confidence,

Why I kicked when you bullied me,

How it made me feel small.

Ask me in December,

How my soul broke into pieces

When I realized through tears

flooding my face,

that you were not my savior,

But my tormentor.

Better yet...

don't...

No!

Stop right there!

Don't you dare ask me in December!

We are through.

It took me since last winter to understand

how my life became

a smaller,

diminished,

insignificant existence in space.

It's time to move on,

To heal my intentions.

So please don't

ask me in December

about any forgiving intentions.

I won't believe your promises,

nor your lamenting.

By December I will be away,

no more tormenting,

I say goodbye to your manipulation.

I claim back my existence.

I will transform myself by December,

Without you.

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Written for Babs' unofficial Ask me in December challenge: