Who gave you the power over me?
I wonder
when you look into my eyes, what do you see?
am I broken?
you wanted that didn't you?
nobody could see what you did to me
twisting and manipulating
making me question my very being
I owed you nothing more than life
yet I am to blame through choices you made
you didn't, couldn't, love unconditionally
Terrified to just be
nowhere safe
not allowed to run, goaded
pain a daily meal, humiliation a daily ritual
but then, the balance shifts
time is my ally now
look at you, old, where's your pride now?
I am who I am because of you
in spite of you
and thanks to you
look into my eyes now, what do you see?
you showed me the worst, but I chose the best
I am free
I like this poem, I really do. Everything and everyone mold us into who we are, but at some point we have to make our own path in life, make us unique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good stuff jazzy cat...watch your spelling (because, near bottom) keep it coming. kws