your words lingering
as smoke in an enclosed room
cause my eyes to tear
Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂
Wintering this body.
I wear my seperateness
like a shield from fantasy
and the fear of cold.
I know by now
one santa claus
who comes with a strange,
black gift for each of us.
I know love is real
but a fugitive from law.
That freedom’s breath is raw
and the world we think round
is shapeless after all.
~ Melanie Blackwell
Beth kept her hopes and her dreams in an old coffee can
secreted away in the back of the pantry
it was the only place for them
she daren’t keep them in her head
for fear they might just slip out of her mouth
no, that would not do at all
they wouldn’t tolerate any such nonsense
’cause her dreams weren’t their dreams
so she just had to keep them safe for now
and at least, there in the can,
they wouldn’t be crushed or forgotten
Beth kept her money in a tampon box
in plain view in the bathroom cabinet
the one place she knew for sure it would never be found
(he would never touch them and she was past that time in her life)
spare change mostly, left over from running errands
some weeks there wasn’t a nickle unaccounted for
occasionally she was able to squirrel away a dollar
still her “get-the-hell-out-of-here” fund was slow growing
it had taken years but she finally had enough (not a lot but enough)
and she was excited to be going
she would live her own life and never look back
there was no hope of ever pleasing her
and he would never STOP
that DNA wasn’t everything
and courage wasn’t genetic
so with all her “crazy thoughts” in her head
a backbone and her “attitude” firmly in place
she left with nothing
except a coffee can
and a box of tampons.
to drop her gaze
or display her shame
in any other way
though she knew it was
what was expected
she didn’t bother to cake on makeup
to conceal her bruises either
she was tired of hiding
let them draw their own conclusions
about her most respected husband
let him be judged and found lacking
not that she would be around to see it
because today, with head held high
was the day she walked, not ran, away
behind white blinds
angry words ricochet
out of view
of prying eyes
~Background image from Pixabay poem by Melanie Thomason (3/23/16)
She was warm
somehow than turned
and while she used to build him up
all she does now
is tear him down
like his destruction
is her goal
she used to complain
he didn’t make enough
that if he was a “real man”
he would do better to provide
so he took on overtime
and a part time job as well
and now she complains
that he is never home
accuses him of having someone else
a woman on the side
she criticizes his every move
says he “can’t do anything right”
and as she slaps him in the face
she calls him weak
because he refuses
he trudges through each day
tired and beaten down
and wonders what has happened
to his life
he no longer recognizes himself
but he doesn’t feel
like he can leave
they have kids
and she is his wife
he no longer sees his family
has no friends to understand
so he suffers silently
no one would believe him
he is the man
*October is National Domestic Abuse Awareness Month. Just a reminder that women are not the only victims of domestic violence. Men are abused as well and are often too ashamed to admit it or ask for help.
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