New found freedom
I've been picked up
and put down,
Used, abused
and thrown around.
I've had hopes raised
and hopes dashed.
False promises made
and dreams crashed.
I've had enemies come
and loved ones go,
been hurt by people
i didn't know.
I've faced accusations
and castigations.
I've been victimised
and villified.
I've known rejection
and separation
and untoward
perverted affection.
I've known all this
and still I stand.
No longer caught in
the palm of his hand.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 26th Mar 2010 22:44
Good poem,again Kath,albeit possibly personal.Bloody men eh?
I,m no Saint,and it did take some time for common sense to kick in-thankfully-believe me,in most cases,people who dish cruelty out,get later re-visits of guilt-unless nothing kicks in.If I could go back and tidy up-what a gift that would be-obviously same for lots people-You sound very independant now-best regards-Stefan.