I want to ask you
every time we talk,
Why you sell yourself short?
Why do you always seem to find a way
to lessen your wants and needs
or imply what you want is not important?
Why do you see yourself
as an object for men to use?
Ignoring your needs for theirs
because your needs are not important,
right?
Why do you see yourself as
just a place to put it?
It breaks my heart
each and every time we talk.
The conversation takes
that wicked turn.
I feel it coming every time
and know you can’t help it, babe.
The scars cut deep on your
arms and thighs
and etch your very soul.
You even discount me at times.
Discount what we had.
Knowing that it’s
self-preservation does
not lessen the pain we
share as you make us
something we were not.
I want to ask,
Why do you allow these thoughts
to master you?
Why can’t you learn to master them?
But I know the answer
before the words ever escape my lips.
It’s him.
That evil piece of shit
and all the vile things he did
to the innocent
beautiful angel you once were (and are).
Please try to find that perfect
angel inside of yourself.
She is still inside someplace.
Fight to give her a voice
and her rightful place in
the heaven of your chosing.
Allow the angel she once
was a chance to spread
her wings and fly.
High above the pain and sorrow.
Smiling with tears of
pure joy raining down
upon the earth.
Giving peace
to others who have suffered
at the hands of evil.
Regardless of what that
depraved and baleful
excuse of a man did,
he does not define you.
I know what I’m asking is
difficult.
Easier said than done.
I realize there is comfort
in a known hell
and there is fear in an unknown heaven.
But please try.
Not for me.
For yourself my dear sweet angel.
YOU are worth it.
You are worth more than you know.
You are
Not Just A Place To Put It.
Beautifully written. Almost brought me to tears as someone who has been that girl. Such a sad, lonely and self destructive place to be. Another beautiful BUT very sad piece.
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I’m sorry you’ve been through anything even remotely similar. There is a special place in hell for anyone that would harm an innocent person. Be it child, woman or man. Evil is evil.
Although it just fell out of my head and heart, it was not “easy” to write. Thank you so much for the comment. Take care.
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It’s okay….I’ve come a long way, took a long time and made many self destructive decisions. But, I’m here, stronger and refusing to be a victim to it anymore. Abuse of any kind is wrong and so hurtful. Leaves some pretty deep scars. Thank you for writing on something so powerful.
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Well, it’s not “okay” but you’ve made yourself OK. And that is fucking cool as hell. You know what I mean. 🙂
Thank YOU for reading and taking the time to comment.
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Beautifully expressed. I feel compassion and sadness but it’s shadowed by its greatness. Your acknowledgement creates the gateway for a woman to fly out as you describe. This is powerful.
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Thank you Jayne. I always appreciate and value your input and insight. I’ve come to the realization that flying out is a combination of choice, will power and unbelievable amounts of courage. Women who have “survived” and thrived after abuse are some of the most incredible human beings I’ve ever known. Fact.
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I agree whole heartedly with you on that fact.
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You’ve been sparse with your comments…. Are you busy trying to find your bra and panties from your little streaking episode the other day???? Hahaha Look in the drawer of the pervy looking guy with a twisted smirk on his face. They are in there. LOL
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Ha!!! NO! I’ve had to pull them out of my ass from getting them all twisted up in there yesterday!! That will teach me to wear underwear!
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GI Jayne….. or should it be Commando Jayne. LOL
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Let me check – Commando.
You can’t say I don’t learn from my mistakes. : )
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Stop it. I’m smiling in public all alone and look like a freaking doorknob for crying out loud. >:/
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Yeah, I know, I’m watching you. I’m the woman in the skirt. Come on over and quickly check if I’m telling the truth. No one will see…hurry up I have to leave in a second.
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Evil woman!!!! 🙂
No wonder you and BB get along so well. 😀
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Yes, I’m afraid that we would make a wicked tag team.
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Oh great, put THAT thought in my mind. Dammit Jayne!!!
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I’m cracking myself up over here!
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I feel like I’m acting up in the “church” of this beautiful post you wrote. I must stop “playing” out of respect. xo, Jayne
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Meh, Balance remember. Heavy needs light.
Why do you think I made the comment about you running around the office looking for your undergarments? 🙂
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well then, ok, a balanced man deserves an unbalanced woman…wait what did I say?
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You have a valid point. It’s equilibrium in a way.
I say it makes sense.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
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He spoke these words and whisked away in his manly cape with duct tape over one nipple…and that is how it was to be decided that the laws of instability and balance were to be etched into the marble walls that grace the Pantheons of all earthlings.
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If you don’t post something along those lines it will break my heart. Not about me or anything like that, just in general. It’s pretty damn cool sounding. Write woman, write!
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Oh, baby, I’m writing… : )
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Yay!!! BTW, I’m watching you this time. I’m the guy ducked down in the cubicle that everyone has forgotten about…. 😜
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ok, I tried as asked. I can’t live with someone elses broken heart. (Now I’m all ooey gooey, and I need to shower it off.)
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Poor choice if words on my part.
I was going to say something else, but self edited. 😉
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self editing always kills something – just like clarifying does – or explaining past events to people who were never involved Ha!!!
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Exactly. You can’t dig yourself out of the hole. You have to stop it.
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Yes – I do believe I dug myself into a cavern yesterday but you inspired a story to lift me out. thanks
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Jayne,
What you wrote was incredible. BB and I were talking about how talented you are and that neither of us could write like you do. Please don’t ever discount your talent. If you do, as us for a pick-me-up. We’d be happy to do it. ☺️
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Wait, did you just say our convo inspired THAT??!!!
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I’ll email you and you can share with BB.
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Okay. Cool. Thanks. 🙂
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Oh yeah, I forgot about you getting your panties in a bunch yesterday…. Not. I loved the baseball bat toting mom going to get her daughter story. That is a REAL mom. Touch my kid, I’ll beat your ass (or kill your fucking dog). 🙂
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After that, realizing what tools I had picked up, I thought, I guess I was going to kill it AND bury it?? It’s important to be tidy ; )
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Tidy is a form of balance. Not that I’d know anything about that. ;/
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Very compassionate and caring.
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Thank you so much. It was festering and had to come out.
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Wow…. This struck a chord. Also having being “that girl” I can freely say writing like this really does pull at the heart
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Thanks T. I can’t imagine what it must be like, but the thought of it tears at my heart.
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Thank you for writing something as open and honest as this. It’s rare for someone to stand and say actually, “this is not ok”, instead of just shying away.
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Again, Thank You for not ever being afraid to take such a strong and heartfelt stance on this very hard subject matter!!
We must continue to talk about abuse until shame is so heavy that guilty parties are fearful to show their ugly heads, and society will no longer be willing to accept this behavior. And we must protect and support the innocents. Perhaps one day we can slay this nasty beast.
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Amen!!!
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Reblogged this on The Migraine Chronicles and commented:
Because it’s an important message and needs to be shared!!!
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This is why I follow you. Brilliant words, and so very true.
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Thank you. I don’t what else to say…. Brilliant is hard for me to accept, but I definitely appreciate the thought. 🙂
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I truly have no words right at this moment….
Please just know that your words resonate and you expressed yourself beautifully (if I may call your work beautiful).
Thanks for writing this.
xox
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Beautiful is a fine word. Thank you. 🙂
Feel free to expound if and when you feel the need.
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Thank you for the invitation… I’ll keep that in mind.
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A powerful call to find inner strength… this was a deeply compassion act, like you were throwing a life preserver to her in a tumultuous ocean. You’re a deeply caring person to write this.
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Thank you for the great comment.
The most difficult part to deal with is watching someone “drowning”, throwing them a life preserver and they refuse to grab it. You can’t save those who don’t want to be saved. But that understanding gives no consolation as you watch them go under. It sucks.
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This is a great piece not only because of how it is written but what it says. Abuse comes in so many packages that it is hard to realize, sometimes, that it’s even there. Pretty package usually means something nice. Men can be abused too, sometimes by a very pretty and enticing package.
And then… sometimes it’s our own package that just keeps getting us in trouble. Damned thing!
Handsomely written.
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Thanks Chris. You are quite right on all fronts. Damn packages anyway!
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Did you notice I used “handsomely written” instead of “beautifully”? Don’t want anyone questioning your manhood.
I’m thoughtful that way.
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I did not notice, but definitely appreciate your attention to detail. Hahaha
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but..
Mr. CB I told him he expressed himself beautifully.
Now you got me thinking…………………………….
…………………………………….
and thinking……………
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It’s different when a woman says it.
😋
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*wipes brow*
Phew
I am so glad then (wait let me check — yup I am) than I am a girl. *big smiles*
xox
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I almost thanked Chris for looking out for my manhood. Then I reconsidered and changed the wording. Ha!!
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hahaha
Somehow I can see you “getting away with it” as you seem (for the very little I know of you) secured in your masculinity. 🙂
xox
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Not many know much about me other than what I volunteer, and I like it that way. As for my masculinity, yep, secure.
Sometimes painfully so.
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A prudent way to be…
I bid you a good happy Sunday.
xox
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