He touches me with one hand,
while he beats me with the other.
A never ending cycle.
Like a hamster on a wheel, going round and round.
But when is it going to stop?
When can I be his abuser and not the abused?
When can I call the shots?
When can I get away from this?
Is this what a relationship really? Loving someone while they hurt you instead.
Being their freedom while your in chains.
Reliving every scar as it's own memory.
You can't change him.
You can't change is actions.
You can't change the past.
But maybe you can get off of that hamster wheel instead.
Poignant, metaphorically beautiful, and touching poem Hannah. Yes, there's nothing worse than abuse, be it physical or emotional, in relationships... Thank you for sharing..
The beauty of sorrow.... embroidary of sadness.... welpenned poetic work....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with the friends' comments below.. But only a point can't accept: the line '' When can I be his abuser and not the abused? '' I think no one has to be an 'abuser'.. but each and every abuser has to be put in jail, simply.. I'm not a believer, thus I cannot hope in a ''divine justice'.. if a 'human' Justice exists, it has to be pursued.. only when/where it doesn't exist, an abused human being can use violence against her/his abuser.. Thanks for sharing and.. Keep on writing, Hanna Cheers
I understand where you are coming from saying that. But what I honestly meant by that was just when someone is being abused you get to a point where you would much rather hurt them then continue to be hurt. I'm not talking about going and physically hurting him. I just mean that's how I felt. My words are not as literal as they sound. Thanks for you feed back.