It’s a constant struggle at times to keep my bearings
He tries to control me because he gave me this ring
and these diamond earrings
I can hardly remember what I was like before we met
Some say full of life before I became his wife
I look in the mirror and all I see is my silhouette
How much did I allow myself to forget?
Always flexing and changing, never doing my own thing
In an effort to please him, I hide how much I’m hurting
Maybe it’s me, always trying to be ‘me’
I never thought our ‘unity’ meant losing my identity
His fight for control is unhealthy I’m told
He is my husband should I not do what I’m told
He says,” I am the potter and you are the clay
I am going to mold you and you’ll thank me one day.”
I hide to talk to my friends and family
For if he knew, he would be most unhappy
I feel so alone in this prison I call home
So I pray and I pray that God will show me the way
The blind leading the blind no more, no way.
God wants me to be happy and he wants me to know his love
“This abuse will not continue!” declared my Lord above
My home-made prison is now a home filled with love
My controlling husband is now a peaceful dove
Thank you Heavenly Father
For answering my prayer from up above.
By: Cherylene Nicholas
This is not my reality. However, there are women out there in situations similar and some even worse. I was inspired to write this for them. Abusive relationships of any type are unacceptable. Pray and talk to God about your challenges and ask for guidance.