I wrote a letter to the wind
Tied the note to a crow
And off he went without rescindI made it known that I shall not tolerate injustice nor entertain it.
I made it known that I've been hurt brutally
I may not wear the scars to show it
But my mind has been diseased --
Anxiety
Low self-esteem
Depressive symptoms
Trust issues
The odd panic attack
And multiple insecurities sewed into my core
That go off like ticking time bombs because I now walk on egg shellsWhich familiar face do I trust? --- None of them
I drew comparisons of all the ways I was robbed of happiness
Robbed of breadcrumbs
And how unfair it isAnd the little birdie wrote back to me
Calling me a "spiteful ex";
"Unkind"; and a
"Bully" who would "sink that low".So you see, friends, family and familiar foes, this is what is wrong with the world:
When people speak up --
Telling their story and standing up for themselves
And their supportive friends who've done absolutely no wrong...Here's a life tip - ✨Free of charge✨:
Don't gaslight them and make it about you when it has nothing to do with you; and don't call them names and invalidate their pain and horrible experiences.
Yours sincerely,
Spiteful Ex: a synonym for someone who stands up for themselves and speaks their truth about mental abuse. (Also known as a bully who sinks that low)
--- Ink and Wander
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Musings - 9th - pondering through poetry
PoetryNot quite where I hoped to be, as yet. This is my 9th poetry collection. Poetry collections (the written in this order): 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar And the current one 9)...