Damaged

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I hate arguments.
The way I’m always wrong.
How you raise your voice.
Incessant swearing.
I do everything.
I am Super-“You-Name-It.”
You say it’s My “Job” —
because you work “all day.”
So you are a slob?
You have no respect.
I am human. I get tired.
Wouldn’t you? Trade me.
The kids. My mom. Bills.
School. Laundry. The house. Tired yet?
You wouldn’t last here.
We are so different.
I love my family. You don’t.
You hate visiting.
You are on your cell —
if you go. But that is you.
“Winding-down” is it?
I love spending time
with my kids. You become bored.
Shhh! You fell asleep!
Eleven years now.
We don’t cuddle, hug, kiss– touch.
Sleep in the same room–
Anymore.
And you try– now. You
want to make it work. Like  the
times before– But it
never lasts. We are
damaged from the inside. Your
words.. they hurt. Broken.
How do you not see?

© LC 2017

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4 responses to “Damaged

    • Give it a shot!

      If you like reading it– maybe it could inspire you?

      Look at pictures, listen to music, set the mood. Read prompts for writing poetry. It helps.

      Our local libraries teach classes online for those who are interested in writing– for free. Maybe you could check around and see if yours does something similar?

      Writing comes from within. It’s never too late to start. See what you come up with 🙂

      Thanks for stopping by! Hope to see you again soon!

      Lynne 🙂

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