Moving on,
After all the hurt,
Let nothing stop me,
Dust off the dirt.

Lifting up;
Spirits that are down,
Put a bright smile on,
Throw out the frown.

Look ahead;
Wipe dry all my tears,
Take deep cleansing breaths,
Push down my fears.

Baby steps;
That's more than enough,
Go slowly at first,
It's not so tough.

Day by day;
One night at a time,
The steps that I take,
When moving mine.

this one was my "pep talk" to myself when i'd decided to leave the ass

Okay...huh...?

the ass = the guy i committed matramony with

i always thought marriage was a one time thing, you only get a divorce
when it's your life or their's on the line. so, my "marriage" being the
joke that it was, made me really think my life, and where it was
heading, and where i wanted it to go. this wasn't a home, it wasn't a
family, it was 2 families living under the same roof, and sometimes the
"home" was violent, and loud. Not a good place to raise kids.

it took me a good 6 months to decide to leave him. this didn't effect
just him and me, it effected his daughter, our daughter, and my other 2
kids. was a very emotional time for me, i was torn yet again, by the
idea of removing her father from her everyday life, and i couldn't have
my kids growing up thinkin the things that happened were a normal part
of life, acceptable and ok.

So, i wrote this poem for myself, my pep talk to myself, telling myself
that i could do it, it was ok to leave, and the kids would be happier
once i did.

i did it, i left, and the kids ARE happier now that i have, as am i :D

hope that clears any questions you had Ont.

hopes yer smurffier now tho???

cool.

Wow. Good for you.

Life under the same roof must have become so stressful. Unfortunarltly
you had already taken so much that you didn't know quite when or how to
stop taking it. I have been there....Days turned into months or years
that you wonder just what little incident would become the last straw.
After all, if you are not being beaten, everything is just another straw
added to the whole dysfunctional mess, a tangle of memories that are not
pleasant and the makings of a mountain of misery for the kids who are
likely to carry on the pattern...The horrible cycle of abuse becomes the
norm and it's like wading around in a deep smelly sewer. ew. you try to
break out...and the guilt is nasty. What will people think...what will
God think? What to do? But you did it. Congrtulations! You were never
made to take abuse. You set yourself free. I hope that your friends and
family are supportive. God bless you as you move on...avoid his type. it
could happen again.

GOOD WORDS ELLGEE AND GOOD INPUT TOO, GEEGIRL.
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING THAT YOU DONE? YOU DID!
YOU GOT YOUR BABIES OUT OF THAT NIGHT-MARE AND DON'T EVER LOOK AT
ANYTHING BUT -THAT-? THEY WILL GROW NOW WITH YOUR LOVE ANDWITH YOUR
SPIRIT? GOOD JOB ON LIFE AND POEM?

just awesome really good pick me up.

thnx everyone :D

I'm looking to meet the man of my dreams,got tired of pulling my hair
and giving off screams.To become a friend,which is the trend,then
lover,companion,is only in my dreams,I guess he's out there by all
means.