He's Not There Poem

[Ocean147]

Wherever I go, I scan the area searching always searching.

I'm safe here? Wait...

That familiar auburn hair that I've learned to dread.

Is that him? At the local store? I hope not...

I tell myself he's not there, but my brain doesn't believe me.

Anxiety.
Fear.
I need out.

Lord, help me forgive him even though now the old me's not here.

 

[Midnightmoon]

Powerful

 

[Rose White]

Am also hypervigilant because my abuser lives a block away and I see him occasionally. One time I saw him twice in one day. Sometimes my brain makes up that it’s definitely him and I don’t want to look closer because I don’t want to be certain, I’d rather just not know for sure. Never thought about making poetry about it. Very brave of you.

 

[Ocean147]

Am also hypervigilant because my abuser lives a block away and I see him occasionally. One time I saw him twice in one day. Sometimes my brain makes up that it’s definitely him and I don’t want to look closer because I don’t want to be certain, I’d rather just not know for sure. Never thought about making poetry about it. Very brave of you.

Poetry and writing is what has helped me get through the breaking it off with he who shall not be named conpletely.

 

[Friday]

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