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A poem for my ex-husband

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I loved you once
I think
You swept me up in a cyclone of romance and fear
Excitement and charm
And control.
A romantic threat across a crowded room
On lined paper.
I love you, but if you ever shit on me I'll break both your legs.
You loved me!
And I loved you for that.
They say love makes you blind
And I was blind
I could not read the flashing signs.
And I was deaf
I could not hear the warning bells.
You loved me so much
You chose my clothes
And styled my hair
And I felt special.
You moulded me into a woman.
But bit by bit I disappeared.
The girl now long gone
The smile now long gone
The friends now long gone.
Replaced by car crash bruises
And broken bones
And broken dreams.
And as my world grew smaller
My fears grew larger.
I left you a thousand times
But you always found me.
And I took my punishments on the chin
And on the arms
And on the legs
And wherever you could lay a punch or a kick.
Then from nowhere
I grew strong.
I carefully laid out my plans
And hid them from you.
Bruises became bricks
And I built a wall
So high you could not pass
And then I was gone
Never to return.

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domestic violenceex-husband

Poem for my late step-dad, Don the Cockroach. ►

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curiousdud3

Sun 27th Sep 2020 10:37

I'm glad you found your power and strength to escape this bully.

You are a brave, strong independent person.

Biggest respect to you and I'm sure that others who may find themselves silenced in similar situations will take power and strength too from your work.

Never keep silent, keep writing and exposing.

Never let the bullies win.

Take care xx

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Jain Gawne

Sun 27th Sep 2020 10:05

Thank you Nicola. I sort of the got the brick wall thing from a self help book I borrowed from the library...it was about escaping domestic abuse. I hid the book by putting another book cover over it, so my husband could not see what I was reading. The book suggested to imagine a brick each time you were abused, and brick by brick you would build a wall, and once the wall was hight enough they could not hurt you, and it was a barrier between you both, and the right time to leave. It worked for me.
I never did return the book to the library, as I escaped and fled to a different part of the country. I regret not returning it, for it could have helped someone else.

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Thu 16th Jul 2020 20:15

Jain, so beautiful your work, I hid the bruises and built a wall he could not pass xx

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Jain Gawne

Mon 6th Jan 2020 19:14

Thank you too Robert, I really appreciate it.

Jain

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Jain Gawne

Mon 6th Jan 2020 17:47

Oh thank you so much! I find it easier to write about the more harrowing side of life than I do to write about the flowery stuff. I'm not great at creating pictures in my mind, so just draw on raw emotions and experiences.
I'm just really happy that I've found this place! I think poetry might be my new love.

Thanks again

Jain

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