You’re Worth Much More Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Raise not your hand to callused rage
Take a deep breath and turn the page
The echoes of bruising slaps and hits
Remain as internal scars of crazed fits

How did love become an abscessing sore?
When did disbelief lead trust to the door?
When did realization of self-worth surface…
Releasing the binding ties that interlaced

Know now that giving up is not a disgrace
With pride intact… humiliation is replaced
No trembling knees with tears upon the floor
Abusive ways will not be tolerated anymore

3/17/08