by Karen Chaffee

Created on: January 10, 2009

fear of your wrath
used to drop to my knees

all pleas disregarded
you'd drop it any way

iron fist
or a chain around my wrist
could never be made better
by a tender kiss

two men did within you dwell
one from heaven; one from hell
bruises in my dreams
fear in my wakefulness

a year of this
i could take no more
hope smashed
love crashed
and died beneath the blows

i fled your domain
with the strength that remained
replaced the iron fist
and the chain around my wrist
with the self-offered chance
to pursue instead
a place to heal
a place to re-grow
my self-esteem

a self-allowed chance
to pursue a better dream

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