I am resilient.
I am more of a child than a woman.
I am seen, not heard.
I am resilient.
In my love's hindsight, I am not allowed to have the last word.
I am resilient.
If you cut me, I won't scream because my pain is laughter in his ears.
I am resilient.
My weakness is his strength but my knowledge is his main fear.
I am resilient.
I can't spend time with my loved ones because his jealousy over clouds his thinking.
I am resilient.
It seems as if I am flying high on cloud nine, but internally; I am truly sinking.
I am resilient.
He uses me as a ragdoll for his entertainment.
I am resilient.
I am not certain when I will ever find peace again.
Yes, my love is full of smoke.
He can get away with murder just by flashing his sweet smile.
My love is full of smoke.
He knows that for him; I'll walk a mile.
Again, I am resilient.
My life does not matter because it no longer applies.
I do not have a voice, because he does not care about my lonely cries.
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Dana Rettig is a spoken word artist/poet/author/playwright from Chicago, IL. If you liked her poem, "Resilience", you send questions/comments, to email address: drettig18@yahoo.com. Congratulations Dana on a wonderful piece!
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