Monday, 18 July 2011
Taking Over A Life
A life so easily controlled,
He took my life and made it his.
A dream so cautiously taken over,
He changed it to look like it was his.
Daily shaping me into what he wants,
He changed my face, my clothes, my being,
Making me an image of his dream,
This dream is so different from my own.
Days go by and I loose myself,
Weeks go by and my clothes look dull.
Months go by and he chooses my friends,
Years go by without me seeing my family.
Time flies, he has won.
He has crafted his dream woman,
A woman who listens without questioning,
A woman so lost she never looks up,
The ground has become her daily friend,
For his eyes are filled with so much anger.
I am not me anymore,
Trapped in a body I hardly recognize.
Daily I long for a way out,
A voice to make me braver than last fall.
Who do I belong to if not him,
My soul he took over,
My dream he shattered into pieces,
Just like he did last spring.
Who said I needed to be put in my place?
Who gave him permission to put out my light?
He knows my weaknesses,
But he has not seen my strengths.
With a little spark today,
This soul will be free tomorrow.
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I was so sorry to hear about your shoulder.
ReplyDeleteHope they were able to put it back in place by now.
That must have been excruciating!
Praying for you to be all better,
blessings, Nellie
Thanks hey, yup its back in place now and I think it helped me come up with a new poem;-)
ReplyDeleteNo-one should allow anyone to take control of their lives, it is such a shame to see it happen to someone we know, too.
ReplyDeleteMy youngest sister went through this, but, because she feared going into the unknown with children, she remained with him. Very sad, and your prose is all too true.
Wonderful, aching poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm someone who has been in and out of an abusive relationship for over nine years now. I'm on the fringe of it all being over, I'm on the edge of freedom. I don't have to get away from him, I'm physically free, but it is the emotional scars and bondage that still hold me down at times. It is hard, but it is worth it. You'll make it out, too, you can do it.
I'm here if you need anything- my email address is on my blog.
scary...i dont think it really is love if you feel you have to change the person so drastically...my heart hurts...
ReplyDeleteHe knows my weaknesses but he has not seen my strengths ~ that line speaks volumes because it's a pivotal turning point of YOU on the road to taking control of your life again ... wonderful poetry about a topic that is sadly familiar to so many. Sending you healing *hugs*
ReplyDeleteP.S. ~ I'd be honored for you to share "I VOW" ~ you have my permission and thanks so much for the lovely comment :)
Oh, this is sad and heartbreaking!
ReplyDeleteTake good care of yourself!
Margie x
This is good to read. Though sad.... An encouragement. Thanks Ken.
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful. You have a way with words.
ReplyDeleteHi- oh my, this is not right. No one should be oppressed and made to feel less than and to have their dreams shattered. fight for freedom,
ReplyDeleteLove Gail'
peace.....
That's a great poem, really admire how you put those words together. Sorry about the shoulder, that does sound very painful. Do hope you feel better by now. Thank you for stopping by and leaving such a sweet comment.
ReplyDeleteRegrets :( You done pretty well to convey your thoughts. Wishes. Have a good day!
ReplyDeleteA sad truth we so often see or let happen to us. Masterfully penned :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for leading me to your new site. Very excited to read more and even more excited to have you back.
ReplyDeleteThat is not love - not in any stretch of the imagination. Wonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteI do not like this control but a wonderful poem....I wish all could be free
ReplyDeleteah - not good to lose oneself - real love helps unfolding and flourishing..nice to meet you poetic soul - greetings from germany to south africa..smiles
ReplyDeleteWishing you the freedom to be who you are created to be ... and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you dear one.
ReplyDeleteLove the end...so strong!
ReplyDeleteThank you for joining Poets United. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading poetry. We also look forward to seeing you in our community.
ReplyDeleteInk runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand
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Beautiful!
ReplyDeletexo Catherine