You Didn't Destroy Me

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    You Didn't Destroy Me

    Darkness and despair?
    No, I couldn't go there.
    Wallow in self-pity
    'Cause life ain't always pretty?
    Insist I be excused
    Because I was abused?
    Demand that I am owed
    For carrying this load?
    Would it be considered weak?
    Would I be called a dirty freak?
    If I succumb to bitterness
    Would I be more of a mess?
    Should I grieve for who I’m not
    Or cherish all I’ve got?
    I can’t pretend that I don’t care,
    Nor will I scream that it’s unfair.
    I won’t forgive and fake a smile
    For your behavior, so damn vile.
    I refuse to take the blame
    Or hang my head in shame.
    I know, come judgment day,
    A hefty price you’ll pay.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    chrisi’s Poems (19)

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    When You Sleep 0
    Too High 1
    Tattoo 3
    Little Girl Lost - Part 2 1
    You Didn't Destroy Me 0
    Confrontation 2
    Discover Me 2
    Insomnia 0
    Ciao' Babe 1
    enabling disability 2
    Openly Me 0
    Reluctant Gift 0
    Escape Artist 1
    Somewhere In The Middle 4
    Afterglow 0
    Whispers In My Mind 2
    The Woman Found In Me – Part 2 3
    Little Girl Lost - Part 1 1
    I Believe You 1