Jen Juice

They all ask me why I’m not crying
How am I so solid?
How am I so strong?

There is so much abuse
I can take
Until, that’s it.
I’m done.

Some things look like flowers
And I remember how they melted
In the seam of the abuse
And the lies

Rather than be in the shadow
Of all your emotional punches
And my cries (for help)
I stand up and walk
Right through that door
Letting you go
To have and not to hold.

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