By Charles Robert Lindholm
The Voice Of The Abuser
Tells You No One Else
Will Ever Love You
No One Else
Will Ever Want You
And It Is
Very Sad
That You
Have Believed
Them
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Where was I for all of those years
When all I could focus on were all of my fears?
I couldn’t make contact, I couldn’t embrace,
I couldn’t look at anyone, square in the face.
I stuttered and stammered with shyness so tense,
I couldn’t show up with any sense of intent.
I couldn’t express my thinking–
Did I even have thoughts?
I was stuck in a place behind a self-made prison wall.