When I finally,
Had the courage and strength,
To limp away....
He slashed at my legs.
A grin on his face
Masking his war stance.
And when he got down on his knees,
A final plea,
It was only following a bullied history-
Intimidation and control over me.
When I brushed my dress off,
and had the audacity of nobility
To raise my chin back up,
Eyes staring through his soul
Wrath grew through his bones.
Rage took him over in whole.
Where ever,
Is the man that loved me?
And I know, I know
The rage covering the sin of shame
The brute of sadness
The cataclysm of devastation...
But here he is,
Still hurting me
Intentionally.
He will never award me the pain
I draped myself in to stay.
And now that I am gone,
He still scapegoats on me the blame.
His hands on me,
His verbal knives and blades
He will never admit the betrayal he caused
While he still wars and plots my pains.
I had the audacity
To get up and walk away.
To keep my head tall.
To not let him snatch my light another day.
To love myself enough to keep him at bay.
To move on
To love another.
but he is a lover
Of revenge, vindictive on any day.
And the love we grew
And the work we did...
Now he throws away,
His cover completely blown.
His mask melts
and I had the audacity
To see him for who he really is.
An enemy is sheep's clothes.
A decimation attempted.
But I am not in the enemy's control.
A destiny swap he put in place.
Through lies,
Calculations and disgrace.
I made him lover to me.
A wolf in my bed, suckling while I was asleep.
He was nightmare, rather than dream,
Quickly turned into
Life-threatening deceit.
Did he EVER love me?
Of was it ALWAYS hate?
Cloaking in my Godfare
And now I have rescinded
Such protection of fate!
I wash my hands clean.
Seen a man
In all the fake ungodly wear
He had projected upon me.
A dangerous enemy I had kept close
Only through naivety.
A man who could never love,
Whom only sought to possess.
Now I wear the audacity he hates,
Snatching back my destiny
From his Demon baring claws.
Now I wear my Divine Inheritance
In nothing.
Money wiped from me.
Transportation stolen so I'd have to walk.
But I take the burdens gladly.
Because I can not be stolen or bought.
If God sees it fit
To strip me down
So I can continue to rebirth anew...
Then I wear my nakedness
And my coinless cloth
If it means I can be the proof-
Proof in hope.
Proof in faith.
Proof in a life demolitioned
So by God's hands it can be re-raised.
Proof in love that doesn't have to devastate
and eat away at the soul.
I know I have the audacity.
But it is only to protect the woman
He refused to make safe.
I know I chin high in my nobility
But it is because I wear God's face.
I know I let myself down...
By ever letting this man take.
But all that's important now...
That I was able to limp away.
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