Forever waiting...no more
Ask me in December, Babs' unofficial Challenge
Ask me in December,
How it hurt, how it felt,
Why I screamed when you pushed me,
How it shattered my confidence,
Why I kicked when you bullied me,
How it made me feel small.
Ask me in December,
How my soul broke into pieces
When I realized through tears
flooding my face,
that you were not my savior,
But my tormentor.
Better yet...
don't...
No!
Stop right there!
Don't you dare ask me in December!
We are through.
It took me since last winter to understand
how my life became
a smaller,
diminished,
insignificant existence in space.
It's time to move on,
To heal my intentions.
So please don't
ask me in December
about any forgiving intentions.
I won't believe your promises,
nor your lamenting.
By December I will be away,
no more tormenting,
I say goodbye to your manipulation.
I claim back my existence.
I will transform myself by December,
Without you.
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Written for Babs' unofficial Ask me in December challenge:
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Full Stack Developer in the making and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Comments (5)
I really loved it , you are doing great full of potential
I love these, I hope I get chance to do something for this challenge 😁
It is sad but cute.
Reminiscent of Plath's most potent poems.
Great work!🧡