You tell me you love me.
That what you do to me
Is for my own good.
That if I was only prettier
You would not have to do
Such horrible things to me.
As I look in the mirror,
Colors of the spectrum no one person
Should see mottling my body
Where clothes hide what others suspect.
For no one can see
What you need to do to keep me
A very small part of me,
The part that still rails against you
Cannot understand why you do this to me.
I do everything you ask
When you ask.
I am careful to keep my eyes downcast
Show no interest in another man
Yet it is never enough.
How can I escape this hell I live in
Who can help me when I can only scream
Please help me
Before it is too late.
Before he finally
Copyright: Heidi Barnes
Before I get too many comments, I want to let you know that this poem has nothing to do with me. I have a very loving, caring, if not at times exasperating, husband who I love very much. What inspired this poem is the name of one of my followers. I also started thinking of a couple of books and movies I have seen that talks about spousal abuse. This is what came of that musing.
I hope you all have a safe weekend, and to those trapped in this situation, please, find help and escape. No one should be treated this way.