It wasn’t exactly my choice, ya know!
It’s not like the guy came with a warning label
“Warning! The love of this man might be toxic!”
Or something like that
“Up close and personal, this man might hurt.”
I carry the scars, sure.
And I am done with being ashamed of them!
It was not my fault that he hurt me.
I married him, sure.
I chose love; I got pain.
As if life made a mistake.
Except, there’s no return address.
No doing over.
The scars are for life.
They make me scream and shout.
They make me mad.
They make me cry.
It is not my fault that my body learned.
“It is not safe.”
“No man is safe! Run away!”
The only safe way seemed to be to stay away.
To avoid the pain.
No more, I say!
I take the love
and heal the pain!
I have started practicing trauma-sensitive yoga and stuff is bubbling up, so I can mourn it to accept it. I can highly recommend TSY, just make sure that you have support for healing the things that bubble up.