Practice is Painful

Practice is painful

Sharing too much of myself with a stranger

Thinking I’m the problem for wanting autonomy

The acid rain from his showers of affection

Blind me from all the red flags

I’m left with a knot in my stomach

From being derailed by a manipulator

But I made it out alive faster than I ever have before

I’m proud of myself for that

The wake up call I needed

One Comment Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    You have a beautiful voice. Amazing verbal poetry. We must listen to our inner mind. It will tell us to run and escape.

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