Did you know
Everyday, the clock stops ticking at midnight?
Replaced by thumping heartbeats and approaching footsteps
My heart sits at the edge of my bed
A being, separate from my body
Watching over me, worrying over me.
It holds a hoe and a rake
digs up memories; also sweeps them under
choosing only to carve ridges from pleasant recalls
clearing unpleasant caches into a furnace
watching them burn; my insides have become a wild raging fire
I can hear his footsteps, from two streets away, he’s coming home.
Was it not just yesterday, his cursing tongue
Only rolled off lullabies and ballads of love?
Was it not just yesterday, the only safe haven I knew were his arms
Now they take forceful aim at the most delicate parts of me
Was it not just yesterday, he said I’m the sheath to his sword
Now all the sword does is hurt.
Tonight will be different, I lay in bed, my heart in my body
hoes and rakes discarded, replaced with Valyrian steel
Tell him to leave the devil from whence he’s coming
For I swear by the legion of warring voices lying in bed with me
All wielding steel, all raging, all chanting “I’ve had enough“
He dares to lay a finger on me…. I promise
The floor will be splattered with clots of crimson colored liquid
And they won’t be mine.
I’VE HAD ENOUGH!!!
This is a call to women to search within their souls and only do unto others what they can themselves can take. Please leave toxic relationships/situationships, although sometimes, reasons and circumstances conspire to make such “almost” impossible for some, but you can always leave and turn to people for support. We are always here to help you. Say No to Violence. Say No to GBV