Not Yet Free

Three years and a baby later,

Would make you think I was one wiser.

Instead that is the downfall leading to my demise.

Everytime I think I am going to break free,

He refusees to release me.

Holding on tighter and tighter,

But he forgets I am a fighter.

I will not give in again.

When does this neverending heartache subside?

It has been almost 4 years and the grip has become stronger,

I don't think I can resist much longer.

The only way is to find the one I deserve,

Now if I can just get up the nerve.

All ties will be severed,

And he thought he was so clever.

I will beat him at his own game,

So he knows all of his "love" was in vain.

No reassurance will be needed,

He will know I have succeeded.

Won in breaking the hold he had on me,

And in time his crying eyes will see,

We were NEVER meant to be.

Then while he counts to three,

hoping to wake up from his nightmare,

Triumphant I will be!

Reviews

[You Don't Know Me]

What attracted me to this was the first two lines. I became intrigued and wanted to read more of this personal story of your life. I did like the concept, and it seems very personal to you, but I felt it could have been so much more. I understand that it's a poem, but there's a difference from the way you started out (a prose poem) to how it played out in the end. (a general poem) I felt instead of finishing the piece with a better understanding of this personal struggle, I was left wanting more. You started with specifics in the beginning, but it became vague very quickly, almost as if you were forcing the rhyme. I feel badly giving these kind of reviews because I don't want to offend the writer, especially if the piece is personal. I do think you have talent, but would have loved to see this fleshed out more.