4 Jul 2016

I don't need my hands anymore.

Every man I loved and trusted took something from me

my innocence

my self-worth

my confidence

my love

my dreams

my sense of self

my sense of belonging

my ability to trust

my money

a sense of security

my faith

my peace of mind

bits of my soul

my heart

my body

my time

my energy

They took and took.. and I being foolish, naïve and desperate to be loved, let them.

I walk through life - now - a scarecrow, hollow, stuffed with dry dead straw, barely waving trespassers whenever the wind blew with ragged tattered empty sleeves, armless.

I don’t need my hands anymore, I have nothing left to give.