What I've become

Bitter memories fall around inside me
Like shattered pieces of a fragile heart.
They cut and slice
Each time I breath
I want to leave.

But these claw marks
Are your marks.
You hold me tight
Out of fear or spite?
Is this trial or torture?
What are you punishing me for?

For loving you?
But you loved me first.
You came to me on bended knee
I had the power
And gave you happiness, wedded bliss.
What did I miss?
How did I end up like this?
I don't recognise the face I see.
Is this broken women really me?

Where is the strength, the pride, the wit?
I can't just give up yet!
I'm smart, Smarter than you.
And I'm strong.
This is wrong.
I need to take back my life.
My time
My voice.

I can't really blame you for what I've become.
I let it happen - just don't know when it begun.
You're a man not a monster.
I don't fear you.
You loved me once,
But hate what I'm now.
I have to take back my life somehow.

A Sudden Sadness

A sudden sadness
spills over me
Like liquid lead
The lump in my throat
forms from somewhere unknown
I don’t understand the sinister
suspicions that surface
in a usually sane mind
And I struggle to strangle off
Insecurities that I’m shocked
to learn exist.

Molded for Love

Her hips fit to his perfectly,

Like only God could have planned
As he fills her every emptiness
She wraps her legs around him
Wondering how she ever lived
Before this man held her in his arms.
Against his chest she can rest.
She lifts her head and with her nose
Feels along the line of his jaw
Till her lips find his.
Did she really believe in love before these lips.

Clay Creature

Astounded by the pounds she carries

Clumped together like a crude clay creature
Clearly not God's creation.
"What a beautiful mess this is,
We're picking up trash in dresses"
The words of the song has new meaning
as he thinks of how
to gracefully bow
out of proceeding.
To continue would be painfully impossible.
Yet there she stands, clueless clay creature.