The Strength of my Sisters
A poem about overcoming domestic violence
For so long
I was
alone.
I was
afraid.
I was
abused,
but I told myself
lies
(They helped me sleep at night).
"He's sorry.
He will change.
He just doesn't understand
how much he
is hurting me."
But he was not,
he would not,
and he did see.
The blind one was me.
His potential for kindness
burned my retinas
and left me
tumbling
into the dark
looking for love
where there was none.
It has taken
years
to wipe the mud from my eyes.
It has taken
tears
to grow stronger inside,
to see and know
that in my pain, I was
never alone.
It took losing myself
to find me
in the faces and souls of other women
who once, too, refused to see.
But we are not weak.
Indeed, we are strong, I believe,
to be able to love a monster,
to find their redeeming qualities.
But we ought to be
done
making excuses
and wearing cover up to
cover up
the truth.
We deserve more.
We are worth more-
more than we ever imagined.
We are love
in need of a little guidance,
in need of slight remembrance
that we are the ones
we're supposed to love that fiercely.
We deserve our forgiveness.
We deserve boundaries.
And we
are
never
alone.
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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