Aftermath of Abuse

The following is a poem written by me in a crucial time of my struggles. No, I do not wish to toss blame to a specific area of human, nor do I wish to hurt anyone’s feelings. My intention is only to share and let others know they are not the only ones who hurt and that there is a rough spot in our struggles; a time where you feel the world is spinning and you want to walk out on it. But the struggle isn’t important, it is what you do with it. I chose to write this poem to release the sad chemicals, the ones that wept of pain and confusion. As before I would have binged or done only harm. I wish everyone luck. Thank you for your support.

Men

Men. Men are scary. Men are hurtful. Men are monsters. Monsters of men and men are monsters who feed on fear and feed on hatred. I have been hurt by men. The very glance of their eyes sends me into a world of paranoia. Obliteration of confidence. devastation of love. A bitter splice into the once joyful me. But now is afraid. Of men. Scary men. Hurtful men. Monsters of men.

Men that say “I love you” but will punch you in a place no one should be touched. And deep into your sea of your soul there is a ship crashing into the mile high waves of rage and winds of sorrow. Men are scary. Men are hurtful. Men are monsters.

Men will betray you and leave you to raise a child who is not yours. Men will leave you in a home with no food or water in the blistering heat and destruction. Men will be betrothed to women who make you forget wonder where class and politeness have gone. Women who hurt you and brainwash the men. Men will allow this. Scary men. Hurtful men. Monsters of men.

But what is the most scary, hurtful, and monstrous of all is this men wasn’t just a man. I will never say, “you are my hero, daddy.” I will never say, “my daddy was the first man I fell in love with.” I will never say I love him. The worst of the monstrous man is, He is my father.