Why We Stay, a very broken sonnet

I chose to marry him despite red flags,
So I had little right to pack my bags-
and so I stayed.
His violent outbursts mostly took the shape
Of words alone, not blackened eyes or rape-
and so I stayed.
With weapons or with fists, it was just threats,
And all frustrated men need their outlets-
and so I stayed.
I should have been more stable, much more strong
Should have corrected all I’d done so wrong-
and so I stayed.
And, after all, his temper was so bad
Because of all the hard times that he’d had-
and so I stayed.
I should have known how to help him correct
His mental state, so what could I expect?
and so I stayed.
Eventually, I’d been cut down to size
And saw myself no way but through his eyes-
I had to stay.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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