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.
