Jan 2012
My husband,
tried to choke the life out of me,
I escaped.
Alive.
My face turned blue
and my heart turned to ice.
I am frozen.
Will I ever heal,
find real love?
To be treated with the kindness and respect I deserve.
To heal my pain.
Heart,
to love again,
truly.
tried to choke the life out of me,
I escaped.
Alive.
My face turned blue
and my heart turned to ice.
I am frozen.
Will I ever heal,
find real love?
To be treated with the kindness and respect I deserve.
To heal my pain.
Heart,
to love again,
truly.
I have a drawing with this poem. First it was a dream, one I could not shake. I made an artwork about it, spent the entire day drawing and sitting with the pain of my creation, the words are there to accompany my drawing. I am on a healing journey. I am working on putting together a gallery show entitled The Healing Woman. I would love to be able to share my art on here as well.
