I heard light, untethered, almost ethereal-like words—the only seemingly sane thing in this daily nightmare. They beckoned me to do something about this relationship. I was afraid for my well-being. The tears burst from me as I began to rise from my bed. The emotional scar left by the trauma from last night, the thousands of mental shards from being broken so severely over the last few months, when would they heal?
But I gave up all my rights when I made a deal with this louse. I lost everything aligning with him.
I made this bed I’m lying in.
I Write Her 
This is an eerie poem for many who know they have made their beds.
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Thank you, Sara! Yeah, I bet it stings a little every day.
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Excellent take on the prompt, Susi! Relationships are what we make them, and it takes two to tango.
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So true! Thank you, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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Such a poignant story Susi. Excellent use of the wordle
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I’m always amazed where the words lead me. Glad you enjoyed it, Sadje!
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🙏🏼👍🏼🙏🏼
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This makes me want to shake her! Nothing is so bad as staying when you have the power to leave!! And you always have the power to leave!
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lol But you don’t know, maybe he threatened to hurt her children?
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Excellent take Susi! I loved your take!
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Awesome, glad you liked it, Carol Anne! :)
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