I am strong (pt.2)

A tale of domestic abuse. Part one is also posted.

And as I walk out the door
And leave the door-hand behind
I was not immediately filled with
The emotions I thought I would find

Of immediate relief,
Of safety, sanction and peace
And the feelings of fear
Didn’t seem to cease

I felt clumsy and thrown
Into a world I didn’t know
Simply a rag doll, bruised and blue
My story known by what my skin chose to show

Chose to scar, chose to map
Through the canvas that is me
And I guess a tiny part
Was scared of what the world might see.

A women with no job,
No kids, no degree
No husband, no home
What do on earth do they see.

With each step I am brave
Because now, I fight my own fear
I stare down my own demons
And my future is mine to steer.

I might not have age on my side
But I am no longer chained
To the monster of a man
Who for years has drained

My self- belief, self-esteem
Stolen my family and friends
It is now up to me
To begin to make his amends.

I’m afraid as I step
Over this threshold
But I know I am strong
And on believing this, I am sold.