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~The Image In the Mirror was Me~

Updated on April 5, 2014

~Prologue~

Love is many things, but sometimes we have to take our blind folds off...

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"THE IMAGE IN THE MIRROR WAS ME"

I read his book from beginning to end and every chapter brought a tear

all the things he subjected me to, year after year after year

I thought our love could over come the hardships and the pain

little did I realize years of lies had kept me bound and chained

he left his mark upon my heart and his rage upon my face

every scar a memory, every song a symphony, I choose to call it, "Agony of a love that use to be," what hurt most of all was the image in the mirror was me

I tried to pretend life was grand, told myself hes a good man, cried in silence when I wanted to shout, "Pack your stuff and get the hell out!"

my love for him was completely blind, sealed my soul and my mind, he had become my most prize possesion and my love for him covered all his indiscretions

I kept telling myself it would be alright, but I was suffering inside with my own personal fight, but reality told a different story, shocking, unbelievable and gory

with a blow to the head and two to the knee, left standing in my own puddle of blood, limping on one leg, half dazed, half dead and guess what, that sucka wasn't through, said he was going to make an example of me, "heaven or hell B***H, its all up to you

hours later when I came to he was standing over me sobbing asking what did I need him to do, you should have heard that S**t, "Im sorry baby, but you made me do it"

I said to myself he has lost his mind, standing there crying after he done whip my behind, for the first time in life I could truely see, the devastating defects of my reality

what we shared together was my own fantasy, love was never in the equation just a life of misery, for years I fought back the tears praying my dilemma would grace God's ears

yet he had already answered my call the first time he used me for a bowling ball, but I wasn't paying attention, I thought I was in love, so I ended up a permanent indent in his baseball glove

love was blind and I couldn't see what my love for him was doing to me, but I have taken the blind folds off and clearly undeerstand where I've been, yet what hurt most of all was the image in the mirror was me

(©)copyright;KarenRussell

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      Byrdie09 7 years ago

      OMG!!! THAT WAS VERY GOOD!! I LOVE IT!! This poem is very creative and heartfelt and empowering!! Keeping expressing your feelings and keep gracing my eyes and ears with your art! BEAUTIFUL

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      Karen Russell 7 years ago

      THANKS, THANKS, THANKS, I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME TO READ MY POETRY, THIS IS THE POETRY OF MY LIFE & TRUST, THERE IS MUCH MORE TO COME...LOL, R.K. LOL LOLLIPOP!

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      Pachuca213 7 years ago

      WOW this reminds me of several poems I have written in the past about my own experiences and feelings. I removed my poems about that subject down so they could be published in my book that is coming out soon....Very moving stuff! I understand where you are coming from.

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      Karen Russell 7 years ago

      THANK YOU & THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME TO READ MY POETRY, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BOOK!...LOL, R.K. AKA LOLLIPOP!

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