A chair in the corner,
with a lamp above its head.
A sofa on the wall,
and a carpet turned to shreds.
Can be gone by the openining of eyes
and waking up to bills, loans, and
mortgages to pay,
“it’s Sold,”
is too soon what we say:
Arguments in the kitchen,
take out bags and boxes in the living
room,
and this is why we all start itiching.
A family started by a couple so
madly in love then
love was taken out of the mad,
one said,
“Let’s just buy our dream house,
it won’t be that bad”
The boxes are unpacked,
“No! That’s going there!”
“I wanted this room for my own”
Why is life so unfair?
It’s not about what we
Have,
it’s how we treat and
behave.
Have, is in
Behave,
Buying a dream house,
getting married,
having a child,
just gives a family another reason
for an outrage.
Stay where you are,
focus on the manners and
civil speaking.
Just because the home is new to you
does not mean there are no mice in the kitchen
and no floors creaking.
No matter what is taken away or
pushed inside,
a dream house is only a dream,
so look at each other as you
are only human,
and swallow your
god ****** pride.
Amen.

I know I can’t always rely on the warmth of your hug
by your arms simply locking me away from
stress.
I know we can’t get younger and are on different
levels of occupation.
I know my anxiety drives me crazy and I fear
it does to you.
You say it doesn’t but just wait for the day
you drive so fast in your car
and break every speed limit
to catch me before I
fall.

I don’t know where I will be working
and how much I’ll be getting paid
I don’t know what your next step will be
in terms of getting your
degree.
I don’t know if we’ll have to break the ties
and a break will be needed so we can
focus.

These are just nerves and thoughts.
We dealt with our own trauma and stress,
and became honest people.
I’m a survivor, and you’re a strengthener.
I get scared, and you get serious.
I cry, and so do you.
I’ve fought before, and you fought hard.
I became this, and you became that.
I’m a woman, and you’re a man.
I’m worried, and you’re relaxed.
I’m always anxious, and you’re always positive.

We helped each other grow, and we
stroke each others foreheads with our fingers
as we discuss what went wrong before in our
lives before we became this beautiful
couple.
Who knows where the future will
take us when we have to search for
different things.
We are two,
but different people.
We learned from each other how
to love,
but we’re not perfect,
and I like it that way.
We’re only human.

Look at that girl,
she has the body any other girl who struggles
would see and search for a pistol.
See her walking,
she walks on her toes with
headphones in her ears and
skips along the road alone
with her long  brown hair
flowing along her back.
Notice her
sharp move as she
sits on a sofa with music in her
ears,
she gets up confidently and competitively
to talk to
the boys.
If only if only
out of all the boys she could
say hi to and introduce herself,
That one,
remembered who she was and couldn’t
forget and therefore, she
couldn’t resist.
That one,
who offered to put his arm around her
one night watching television,
and Boom,
there was love.
That one,
who she said hi to,
is the reason she is more than a
person from the past but in her life,
she is the one who
survived.
She had not known what this boy was doing,
all abusers are full of excuses.
She did not give up.
She is a full time student,
has a wonderful family,
great friends,
a true new boyfriend,
and for that boy who abused her for her body,
the body may have changed in not so good ways
but she has changed for the better,
and is happier and better informed
than you will ever
think she can
be.
Just remember,
no means no.
*** is a happy thing,
not something we do for ourselves.