Holding her breath
Shutting her eyes
Biting her tongue
Turning a deaf ear
“Protecting” herself
from the sharp slaps
kicks and punches
of his unending invectives
“keep your grubby paws
off my stuff”
“you f@#%& up my pants”
“if you don’t like it
there’s the door”
Sometimes I wish he would
hit me so I could make him leave…
Building A Life Of Hope 
Powerful sister…you have unleashed the inner poet- another big smile for you, my dear
Wish I could take full credit. Writers are always inspired by the deeds of others. This one was a challenge to do as I was fearful of letting it out there to a lot of people. It is just a piece of the bigger story.
I am glad I came back to your blog to reread one of your other ones I kept thinking about. This one…it hit a place ya know? Even a billionth and eleventy years later…..
Thanks Jule! I am glad you came back too! Which other one is on your mind?
Hey Jule,
Since you are a runner like me, you might like my post “My Running Marriage” that I posted on September 5, 2012. By the way, I liked your post Deja Dreaming! Those of us who are spiritually grounded in some way get what you are talking about. And I am a mom of two sons myself! (Although you probably already know that from my latest poem-duh!)
Thanks! I will check it out. I started running in the last year of my marriage way back in 1994.
I wonder if we ever get over it. I am in a healthy relationship now and I have had lots of therapy. But anytime I have had to cross paths with the past, I go into survival mode. Thankfully, it happens less and less! Plus I am so happy and grateful for the life I have now.
Those are encouraging words for all to hear. The writing is really a wonderful thing, too… :-))
AH! Indeed it is. I believe that if I had not experienced that time I would not be where I am today. Now that the severe trauma has ceased, my creative juices have been unleashed!
Watch out for strong women!