Brain-washed

Brain-Washed

I remember carefree days of love and laughter:
Self-confidence I’d show in every move.
Impossible for me to be dissuaded:
Upholding all beliefs I thought the truth!
But those were days of living free and single:
No one else could ever cloud my mind,
Teaching me their futile ways of thinking.
Thoughts were mine alone and not entwined.

Trusting intuition, taking action.
Integrity persisting through each fight.
If I believed a cause was worth the challenge
Then I would be the one to put things right.
The taking of a partner was my downfall:
A driving force with whom to share my life?
Quite unaware that after ‘fait accompli’
To keep my own identity I’d strive!

My self-esteem has vanished with the limelight
As dignity and pride fast fell away.
And, as my mind was quickly taken over,
I found myself believing all he’d say!
He’d fill my mind with mounds of useless knowledge:
Swearing white was black and black was white:
Evidence of ‘brainwash’ plainly showing
As I began to wonder, ‘Is he right?’

About the author

SandraW348
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As a survivor of domestic abuse I found writing down my inner thoughts in the form of poetry to be an exellent therapy which aided my recovery greatly. I am fully aware abusive behaviour in a relationship can come from both sides, therefore I apologise that my poems on the subject are aimed solely at the male species. This is mainly due to the fact that they are based on my own personal experiences, and not on life in general. I am pleased to say that once I had purged my system of the bitterness I held towards my perpetrators I could go on to write poetry on various other subjects; which I hope some of you will enjoy reading!

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