The Promise

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You loved me past peace to pieces.

Shattered me, your heavy-handedness unceasing.

You punish, persecute without reason.

I bloom for you and wither in the same season.

I dream of freedom, but can’t seem to leave him.

I cry to leave him but can’t imagine freedom.

I love so hard, I’ve loved to pieces.

My heart is shattered, my soul charged with treason.

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Both a keeper and a weeper. A writer, a wife, a mother, and a life long scholar. BA English Literature(2013), M.LIS(2018), current MSW student. She/Her/Hers

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Both a keeper and a weeper. A writer, a wife, a mother, and a life long scholar. BA English Literature(2013), M.LIS(2018), current MSW student. She/Her/Hers

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