little victories

what brings you joy?
what makes you proud?
a whole new life
a brand new me
it’s the little victories
that now mean the most

replacing a battery in a smoke detector
changing the air filters in your home
taking out and bringing in the trash bin
hanging up a piece of art
setting up your own wifi

to some they may seem minor
but you know
to do the tasks that were never “yours”
is one of the ways you know
you have have moved on


all these swirling words
inside my mind
I catch them
and release them
but sometimes they come back
and I write the same things over
and over
and over again
another lesson
I still have not learned
the same issues
just wrapped up
in different packaging

How do you measure a year?

It’s been nearly a year now
10.5 months
45 weeks
317 days
7,608 hours
456,480 minutes
since I found out my marriage was a sham

What have I been doing this whole time?
Have I not been working on myself?
Have I not cried?
Have I not screamed?
Have I not hidden in dark rooms and under blankets?
Have I not found written word again?
Have I not sought help from a therapist?
Have I not continued to raise my children,
and maintained a home,
and worked a fabulous job?
Have I not been doing things I love?
Have I not been experiencing new things?

Why do some still see me as broken?
Because sometimes I have trust issues?
That does not make me a project in need of repair.
I am strong.
I am smart.
I am loving.
I am beautiful.
I am so much more than words can express.
You may not see what I see
or feel what I feel,
but hear me:

I am doing just fine.

you are all you need

I am done

these men who
love bomb you with affection
use you to get their dick wet
take advantage of your trust and betray

all these fucking men who
lead you on
piss you off
try to break you down

what they don’t know
what they can’t see
is your strength

you are all you need

my wound

my mind feels fuzzy tonight
my heart a little tired
I didn’t sign up for this life
it’s just what I was given
in his little face is yours
and there are times it
breaks my heart
all over again
an open wound always left
slightly bleeding
because I will never be
rid of you
you will always be
a part of him
of me
even though you
deserve to be

not just fucking

all these men
they want hard, rough sex
they want to spank you
and bite you
and grab your hair
and choke you

just once
show me a man
who will hold you
caress your skin softly
kiss you slowly
go down on you gently

a man with patience
and kindness
concerned with your desire
and pleasure