Hi everyone. I hope you’re keeping strong.
Things are hard at the moment, but I’m finding writing therapeutic. I thought I would share a short poem I wrote today with other women who might understand.
George and his Dragon
You asked me recently,
if I’m so afraid of you, why did I want to marry you?
Buy a house?
Have a child together?
And I didn’t know then, but now
I do.
Because when we met, I thought something magical was happening.
A fairy tale.
You appeared, a knight in shining armour,
and I knew that you would defend me, protect me, keep me
safe.
When in reality, you were the dragon.
And I never knew, at any given moment,
whether I was dealing with the
man,
or the
beast
he was fighting.
You wanted to protect me from everything
but yourself.