Hurting Poem

I was in a very abusive marriage, lucky to have survived it. Over the span of 20 years, I had been abandoned on a mountain while pregnant, had a gun held to my head, had my nose, ribs and ankle broken and was raped. I wrote this poem after my ankle was broken. I was a well known and respected community member. I was ashamed of what I was going through and spent years trying to change myself to try to prevent the abuse. I don't resemble that broken woman anymore and I have found my voice.

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© Yvonne Houde

Published: Mar 2012

My Lonely Show

A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wonderful person the people said.
While I cry alone in bed.

Don't worry, I'll let you be,
Your secret is safe, alone with me.
My life is a lonely show,
I'll never let anyone know.

The sorrow and pain and lonely tears,
have been safe with me all these years.
I am the person people phone,
when THEY feel all alone.

Don't worry, your secret is mine,
I'm too embarrassed all the time.
You're angry with me again,
I don't know why, that's insane!

If anyone knew I would curl up and die,
I let people think I am only shy.
You're angry with me all the time.....
I don't want anyone to know, so you are fine.

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  • by Erika Lubbock, Tx
  • Apr 2012

I have gone through abuse from someone I loved. Verbal, emotional and physical. I still continue to go through abuse even if it's not physical I'm 5 months pregnant with our second child and I do everything for this man. I have maintained him and my son for the last 3 years on my own without his help financially as a waitress and help buy things for his other kids. I don't know what else to do to make him treat me right. I hope someday I can say enough is enough!!!

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