Karma

I heard the news fourth-hand.
I can’t say from a friend of a friend;
The original source is merely an acquaintance
Kept at a distance for good reason.
I heard you were dying today.
A wasting death… poor dear.

After the fifteen years I held onto
Too terrified to leave
Me finally standing up to you…
I didn’t see your rage building with my confidence
Until it was too late.

You tried to kill me.
You wrecked MY son’s home.
You can’t call him yours anymore, thank God.
Holding him hostage in a standoff…
You took his childhood that day,
His friends, everything….

And now you are dying.
A wasting death… poor dear.
I smile every morning as I cherish the news.
You are terminal.
You will slowly waste away in pain
Knowing there is no cure.

October-Domestic Violence Awareness Month

Letters Never Sent

Eight years ago today, I finally got out of an abusive relationship. I spent fifteen years with that man, and it ended in an event I refer to as “the bad thing”. This year was the first year I didn’t have nightmares about my ex, or the bad thing. That’s progress.

Today’s post is about letting things go, and saying things I want to say to someone who can no longer hurt me. A letter I’ll never send, because he’s really not worth my time, and because I have to get it out.
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