BROKEN HER

I see her

The many hers

Living life around me

Growing up hard

Bodies holding bruises

Smiles forged by heartache

Eyes that glisten like fire glass

There’s always such a burning

Slow and steady

Working at their insides

Making them stronger?

Making them angrier?

Will they become supervillains?

Will they become heroes?

People talk about them

She’s crazy. Too messy.

“She’s sweet but a psycho”

She lashes out fast

Doesn’t give you time to rest

She’s so defensive

So manipulative and possessive

Those girls. Those women.

Have only themselves

They walk around broken

And nobody cares

They are roadkill

Too late for them anyhow

I see her

Reaching out for help

Writing their stories

Looking for justice

But mostly searching for peace

I saw a her today

She is 80 and alone

She’s not roadkill

She’s trying still

To be unbroken

Not a psycho

Just a human

Full of sorrow

*** I just finished a book that made me realize how many women I know who endured intense physical, sexual, or psychological abuse. Many times this abuse makes it hard for a woman to have any kind of healthy relationship. And she is blamed whether she tries to get better and be better or not.

17 thoughts on “BROKEN HER

  1. I truly feel this. So often I’ve wondered why one will endure abuse and remain beaten down, while another will be able to not only make it through, but rise above and bring others with them. So far it looks like I’m making it through, but it hasn’t been without some motherfucking challenges.

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