Battered Women
are never set free
Battered Woman
too blind to see
Battered Women
hang precariously
Battered Women
parts of precious me
Battered Women
divinities decree
Battered Women
lives of much misery
Battered Women
living in inner poverty
Battered Women
death by delinquency
Battered Women
touched by insanity
Battered Women
holding their plea
Battered Women
bound by misogyny
Battered Women
ostracized by society
Battered Women
no safe place to flee
Battered Women
speaking truthfully
Battered Women
let go of all vanities
Battered Women
jabbing jailer with knees
Battered Women
owning powers, faithfully
Battered Woman
healing wounds of humanity
Battered Women
treat themselves, respectfully
Battered Women
finally forgiving "He."
Battered Women
finding Goddess in "She"
Battered Women
opening hearts; peacefully!
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
One more morn, touched by Angels .. that tell
me to speak with a voice that speaks volumes ..
and writes even more!
Even though my computer 'ate' half of this
beautiful new poem and my transcendent
postscript, i was thus inspired to
give my inspired piece, an even happier ending ...
With point-HERS ... along the wondrous way!
Oh, i do so love the loving language that i am
so constantly and consistently creating ..
Brave for one more brave feline who has learned
how important it is to roar ..before she may
again .. truly purr.
Here's to the HER in all of US.
WE ARE ALL; LOVE,
K.M.
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Twelve years ago, I was trapped in an abusive relationship. However, I managed to get out - with the assistance of my family. There isn't a day that goes by where I'm not thankful for their help; as I wouldn't have known what to do otherwise.
ReplyDeleteNow, over a decade on, I've finally found that I can trust another man again. It's taken time and a lot of soul-searching, but I really do feel good about this one. And this is after so many failed attempts at having relationships over the past seven or eight years... and you know? I wasn't even looking! :)
Dear Mozette,
ReplyDeleteI am touched that my poem touched parts of precious you.
Every part of me is aware that there is someone .. whom i may not even have ever met ...
I am actively engaged in catching up on remembering how to love mineself. So, sister, when i am ready .. watch out!
Although, it is usually most .. whom are far from ready for me.
Good thing, i still exclaim; proudly, " YOU Gotta wait for a good thing ... HERe i AM!!!!
BLESS YOU,
Magical Mozette
p.s.
Surely, you have opened up the forum for other divine females to do their sanest same.
Now, i just need to show you my gratitude for sharing your telling and timeless truth.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, your family, unlike so many others .. was there to care and take 'action,' to help remove you from the the lowest source of your suffering. How many women are offered this distinct advantage? Not many. For a myriad of distinct and different reasons. Especially when abuse is usually a cyclical and ritualistic routine of sordid sorts. And, with a dysfunctional family, there are not too many survivor's. Let alone, thriver's .. alraady.
And, the fabulous fact that you endured for 12 humiliating years, and then managed to finally abstain. Since 'it' certainly does become an addictive behaviour.
Bravo for you for laying claim to your power and at one more ungodly owner, calling in your Goddess-sent power.
And, hugs of healing and happiness to your family who truly acted as strongest roots to further ground you, when you had momentarily lost your center and your mind.
Ripe and bearing fruit,
katherine
Katherine,
ReplyDeleteThank you so kindly for your powerful words. I first found your blog and found it uplifting and wonderful; and still do.
Recently, I was talking to my Mum and we were talking about my upcoming birthday (5th, October) and I said that I feel as though I've wasted a bit of my life; as I'm turning 38. However, Mum asked me why. I said that I haven't got anyone in my life, no children and have been doing volunteer work. But Mum said that I have been working on the internet a lot, blogging with my book reviews blog, bookcrossing and doing other great ventures as well. I moved out of home when I was 29 (so late due to having Epilepsy and having to need a carer for some time) and she said I have survived well on my own.
I hadn't considered any of this.
I sat down the other day and just looked around my townhouse/unit and found I had a lot more than most women who have survived being abused.
I no longer have the nightmares, no longer go to therapy for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I get out and party. I'm getting to not mind crowds too much and being able to walk around my home city of Brisbane (Australia)on my own without feeling as though something bad is going to happen. I feel much safer within myself. And it's all because of my family and my friends being so supportive. My brother - who is my rock - has been great. He's always pushed me to be my best - and vise versa - and his daughter is the best young lady around. She looks up to me like a big sister; and I don't know what she'd turn out as if I wasn't here to be her Aunt; as we are here to guide our nieces and nephews, aren't we?
My family have been the best I could ever ask for. They've helped me through a lot of problems and now, I'm good, they're helping another family member while they are fighting the battle with Prostate Cancer. And he's a favourite Uncle too; isn't that always how it goes?
Blessed be... live free
Mozette