Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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This is probably not the sort of response one expects to a Valentine poem – so my apologies for that – but that first one rings a loud bell. I have a male family member close to me who has gone through just that sort of experience – though not quite as far as being attacked with a weapon. Considerable esearch into this form of domestic abuse has shown us that it is far more prevalent than one would expect. And incidentally willowdot21, if you feel you’d prefer to delete this reply, then I understand.
Hi Besonian, I would never delete such an honest and true response. I happen to have looked this up and have found that, as you say that men being abused by women is far more widespread than we would like to think. Any abuse is wrong and I wish we could stop it. I wrote the poem to highlight the plight of many men who suffer in fear, silence and shame. There is too much abuse, female on men, men on women, male on male, female on female and not forgetting mental abuse and elder abuse. I hope the person in your family is being kept safe and support. Thank you for your time and reply. 💜
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Happy Valentines Day, Sis 💜
Thank you Sis I hope you have a lovely day 💜🎁
You too, Sis 💜
Thank you 💜
Happy Valentines, to you too! ❤🌹❤
And you too 💜
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This is probably not the sort of response one expects to a Valentine poem – so my apologies for that – but that first one rings a loud bell. I have a male family member close to me who has gone through just that sort of experience – though not quite as far as being attacked with a weapon. Considerable esearch into this form of domestic abuse has shown us that it is far more prevalent than one would expect. And incidentally willowdot21, if you feel you’d prefer to delete this reply, then I understand.
Hi Besonian, I would never delete such an honest and true response. I happen to have looked this up and have found that, as you say that men being abused by women is far more widespread than we would like to think. Any abuse is wrong and I wish we could stop it. I wrote the poem to highlight the plight of many men who suffer in fear, silence and shame. There is too much abuse, female on men, men on women, male on male, female on female and not forgetting mental abuse and elder abuse. I hope the person in your family is being kept safe and support. Thank you for your time and reply. 💜
2 contrasting poems. The first one really paint a picture of potentially an untold story of many a man.
Great poems.
Happy valentines
Thank you, it’s a very sad fact that many men suffer in silence 💜
Both poems tell a different side of the story.
Yes they do. Humans can be so unkind, evil even! 💜
That’s true. Very unfortunate fact.
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Wow, two im- and expressive poems, Willow! Happy Valentine’s Day 💖
Thank you Erika and Happy Valentine’s Day to you too💜
Thank you, Willow💖
A pleasure 💜
2017 sounds a little less stressful than 2013.
No really just different out looks but I see why you might think that 😜💜