Your Tread Marks I Wear

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Author's Note: This poem is for all who've been a doormat - abused, bullied, taken for granted, taken advantage of, walked on, or held down. We deserve better. ❤

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I wear your tread marks upon my face - 

muddy and bruised,

I cry my way home tonight.

.

The pressure sends waves through my body - 

aching and tired,

I lie crumpled on the floor.

.

Just another boot shoved in my face - 

Another tantrum thrown,

Another night gone to waste.

…

Your promises lie broken

in the dust where I curl,

crying at your feet.

.

Just another doormat 

for your size eleven boot - 

they leave their marks behind.

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Aching and tired,

I lie crumpled on the floor - 

waves of pressure radiating through me.

.

Another night gone to waste - 

your tantrums thrown my way.

Just another boot shoved in my face.

.

Muddy and bruised,

I cried my way home tonight - 

with your tread marks on my face.

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© Lena Folkert 2022, All Rights Reserved

Previously Published on Medium

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