I am not yours.

I am not yours.

A Poem by Maura Ansley

I am not your slave


I am not yours to push around.

You can’t touch me anymore

I am a creature of hate

a creature of pain

unworthy

according to you

I am broken

I am bruised

I have the scars to show

There’s a pain in my heart

that will never truly be gone

All because of you

I guess I should thank you

Because of you I am strong

Because of you I am scarred

I was broken

But I have healed.

I have grown

I have broken through the boundaries you placed

Shattered them as glass

And now I am free.

Flying away, never to be seen

And you can never touch me again

I am no longer yours

Today I am mine


I am not your hostage


You keep me tied up

feet in chains

tongue in cheek.

Hands clasped to my chest

Begging for mercy

But chains are too easily broken

and cannot contain a creature like me

I have grown

I have broken through the boundaries you placed

Shattered them as glass

And now I am free.

Flying away, never to be seen

And you can never touch me again

I am no longer yours

Today I am mine


I am not your puppet


You pull me around,

speaking for me

acting for me

but never take the blame

but I have my own voice

and I will use it

to sing in the quiet of the night

I have grown

I have broken through the boundaries you placed

Shattered them as glass

And now I am free.

Flying away, never to be seen

And you can never touch me again

I am no longer yours

Today I am mine



I am not your "perfect" Robot


Surely it is me

Surely I have done something wrong

If I work a little harder

try a little more

No

No.

It is not me

It is you

you who hurt me

You who led me

you who strung me along

But these chains

were never meant to keep me

and your words were never meant

to bind me for so long

They are barbed wires attached to my heart

dripping more poison every second

but I break free

The poison doesn’t work anymore

You used it too often

and now it is worthless

Now I am immune

The scars and the pain

are forever mine

but I own them

The blame

the guilt

I pass on to you

I’ve kept them

for far too long now

You won’t use them anyways

You never will

But it doesn’t matter anymore

It doesn’t matter

because there is one thing that will never be yours


I am not yours


I am Mine

© 2015 Maura Ansley


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Maura Ansley
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A Poem by Maura Ansley