The most important things are the hardest to say, and I wish people would say them instead of keeping them inside.
Your partner is abusive. You only think they aren’t because you learned to think abusive behavior comes from love.
I know they said they’re sorry and you believe they meant it, but the impact of what they did is never going to leave you.
I know you think you can save them. You can’t. You can only choose to save yourself from them.
It doesn’t have to be punches to be abuse. Men can be abused too.
It doesn’t have to be violent and in an alleyway to be rape.
It doesn’t have to be in Guantanamo to be torture.
You don’t have to live like this.
Calling the police might not result in them going to jail. Call anyway.
You think you’re doing your kids a favor by staying with them but it might cost your kids their chance at healthy relationships when you’re dead.
You deserve so much more than they give you.
You are worthy.
The most important things are the hardest to say but sometimes saying them will mean nothing if the most important person isn’t going to hear them.
I wish someone had said them to me.
I wish I could have heard them sooner and maybe have need spared the heartache.
Free verse, the muses
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Inspired by somebody I found recently because they post prompts and I’m stretching my muscles. The name is Promptarium.