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Mr. Wrong

fear is a thing i know too well these days;

pain seems to be festering in my womb.

i never understood the mr wrong reference,

until it became my personal tune.

my eyes only shine when i’m outside of these four walls

because blood and despair stain my home halls.

tears seep through the cracks in the floor,

screams burrow in the holes in the wall,

the sofa seats all the drinks thrown in my face,

the shower reminds me of my daily curtain call.

and yet and still, i climb in my bed every night-

sometimes too weak to carry myself-

and i promise to continue to love this man after every fight.

fear is a thing i know all too well these days;

pain seems to be festering in my womb.

but i pray real hard everyday,

that mr. wrong will be mr. right again soon.

Please note that I am safe at home, this is a point of view poem. If you or anyone you know is experiencing domestic violence and would like to get help call 1-800-799-7233 to speak with someone at the domestic violence hotline.

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