Rage

I haven’t written anything in a while, but this demanded to be written now. Too many women are suffering at the hands of narcissist men. The abuse can go on for years, destroying souls, and empaths can be transformed into narcissists. I have felt so much anger today, reading about this, and seeing it in my own life. So this poem is different from my usually soft, romantic, inspirational words.

Rage

Can a narcissist really change,

Molecules, DNA, rearrange,

Toxic energies go down the drain,

Bitter oceans become acid rain?

Rage bubbles up from my cauldron deep,

As women around me toss in sleep,

Nightmares of abuse making them weep,

Souls shattered by men,

Lie at My feet...

Broken hearts thrown in a heap.

A hex bubbles up, teasing my tongue,

I swallow it down, minding the Rede,

The dagger of words in my brain to expunge,

But Scorpion tail still has a need,

To sting like a wasp, with venom like an asp.

Abusers want to wipe out the past,

Thinking their changed behavior will last,

But empaths they hurt cannot forgive,

All they want is FREEDOM TO LIVE!!