I forgive you

I have searched my soul

So many times

Searching for the answers

To why you did me wrong

What did I really do

To bring this vengefulness on?

For quite some time

I took the blame

It made it easier

To hide your behaviour

Conceal your shame

I know

How you speak

Behind my back

You do it about others

To my face

Why would I expect you

To not treat me the same?

You showed your warmth

But all I felt was cold

Doesn’t matter

How you wrapped me

You couldn’t keep hold

You think you are

Better than me

When will you understand

That you are not?

It’s not about

Who’s got the upper-hand

Or whom it is

You to choose to compete

Just know that

I am happy

Standing alone

On my own two feet

Whatever you have said

Whatever you have done

I have already dealt with

Put in its place

And overcome

You are weak

And oh, so shallow

You cannot help

Being who you are

And doing what you do

And because of that

I forgive you

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Weds 13th February 2019)

 

Returning to the crime scene

It is a wonderful thought

That I have many people

Of whom I have crossed paths

At some time in my life

Who seem to naturally

Keep gravitating back to me

It is a blessing

That I have somehow

Touched them in a way

Or left such a mark

That they are unable

To forget me

No matter how many

Days, months or years

Have passed since contact

For some reason

They find their way back

They all know

They did wrong by me

I did not deserve

What they gave

Maybe they’ve seen their light

Seek forgiveness

For the errors of their ways

Maybe they’re hoping

To still make things right

Even though

They already know

There’s not a hope in sight.

Whatever their reason

Once more to my door

It seems they are

Compelled to return

Whether to find balance

Or settle an old score

Maybe to check

If I am still nice

And as kind

I was with them before

I am glad

I have left a mark

Visible only to them

I’m glad if it burns

And brings about regret

That I come to mind

Jarring an odious recall

If I still make them

Think of me

Because once

I’d have given them anything

Anything at all.

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Friday 8th February 2019)

Will you catch me if I should fall?

Will you catch me

If I should fall?

Or would you just let me

Tumble down to the floor?

Would you open the door

When in my need

I came to call

Or would you hide

within the dark shadows

And deny me?

Would you open your ears

And your heart

If I came to air ‘my’ pain?

Would you listen to understand

Or with the intent

To dismiss or blame?

If I bared my soul

Open wide to you

So, you could step right in

Would you accept the invite

Or hold back and refrain?

Would you pass the threshold

Or simply just peer in?

If I share with you

My deepest thoughts

And highest dreams

Would you encourage

Or just mock me?

If I came to you

In need of love

Would you hold me dear

And cherish me?

Could you give me

What I need?

Or would you turn your back

And pretend you hadn’t seen?

You see, to you

I have become invisible

But yet you still expect me

To be the same

How can I still place

My trust in your hands

When you no longer care?

Or ask you to nurture my heart

Or believe and support

All that I stand for?

When I don’t believe

For one moment

That you’d catch me

If I should ever fall?

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Mon 4th February 2019)

Letting go: 2. Life

Letting go: 2. Life

It’s been two years since my divorce, the best, the most significant and most life-changing decision I have ever made in my life.  And more importantly I followed through with it until the end.  There is no denying that little piece of joy that flickers in my heart.  It happens every time I think of my ‘lucky’, if not timely escape, from the beast that had done nothing but devour me.

I know now, that if I had let things go on, today, I would have absolutely nothing.  Probably not even my sanity. 

He knew no end to draining me of all my resources and emotions.  Every day I am so grateful and thankful for my resilience.  My inner resolve and free spirit, gave me the will and the strength to save myself and set me freeUNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_d7

When we think of erosion, we can imagine pictures of the sea stealing back land by gradually wearing down the cliffs.  But what’s not so easy to comprehend, is the same erosion happens in an abusive relationship.  One person always gets worn down, whilst the other continues to be relentless and strive.

Memories

Memories keep flooding back, causing shudders to run down my spine.  Ones that are constantly flashing up reminders different events and situations, that have been locked away like time capsules in my head.  Thousands of tiny fragments, made up of images, conversations, arguments and feelings of real discontent.  They burst like fireworks in front of my eyes; bringing on pangs of silent agony.

Each time it happens, it is a painful reminder of how much and how deep I let him cut me.  His sharp words, his attitude and his appalling behaviour hurt me.

But now, each little nugget makes me question why I took on the responsibility of his actions, rather than blaming him.  Maybe, I thought it was easier to do this, just so that in my mind I could be free.  But in actual fact, I have been punishing myself by taking on his army of demons.

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_59Jekyll and Hyde

I see him now for what he really is, not that I had had any clouded ideas beforehand. And I accept that he was a master of disguise and I was drawn in.  Jekyll and Hyde  was the nickname I had for him, as a joke.  But in the end it was a very accurate description. I had enabled his capacity to feed, and I gave him a good food supply…  But that’s all I’m guilty of.  I didn’t make him the person he was, or make him do what he did, or think the way he thought.  He did that all on his own.  Driven by some incredible greed to swallow up anything that was good.

He did not want to fight for me.

He already knew he had lost me way back along the way, so there would be no point.  But he simply could not control his urges to hurt me more, by any means he thought he could get away with.  However, I played his game better than he did.  So, so many of his antics backfired on him.  I foolishly allowed the blame rest at my door.  I did not speak out or voice to anyone, how he had literally driven me to that point of no return.

He was a very cruel and manipulative man, a true narcissist through and through.

It took a long time, before I finally labelled it for what it was… mental abuse.

Mental abuse

How stupid I have been.  Stupid for taking the blame for his actions.  It was mental abuse, and it had started from pretty early on.  For ages I have been giving out the impression that I was ‘okay’ with this, but in actual fact I was totally churned up.  I was incensed by the sheer fact, that someone would want to treat me so badly.  Someone, who was forever expressing his ‘love’ for me!  A man I asked nothing of, but took so readily…

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_93Only now, do I really view that period of my life with real clarity.  I thought I had done so before, but now my eyes are really seeing things, for what they were and are.  Now I fully appreciate the damage, that his persistent chipping away had done to my confidence, my trust and my self-belief.

So much so, that I not only felt it, but I believed in my own unworthiness, instead of questioning his.

This has got to end.  I am still allowing him to destroy me from within.  I am letting all those negative memories and images from that life invade my daily being.  It has soaked up so much of my time and energy, battling with negative thoughts and reliving bad experiences for more than just the second time.

I have continued to emotionally beat myself up on his behalf, and by opening that door, I have enabled others to think they can do the same thing.

The damage

There is no doubt of the damage he has done.  He has left me deeply scarred with many insecurities, weaknesses and fears deeply etched in my mind.  He has damaged my belief in men, being who they say they are, and saying exactly what they mean.

This last year I have forgotten how to celebrate and enjoy my newfound life and liberty.  I have stayed being caught up in the past.  Somehow, I let his demons in and they took over and took a firm hold.  Of course, no good has come of doing this or being this way.  But at least now I can openly admit, that I have just successfully managed to further maim and cripple myself.  By holding to things and memories, that have no place in my present.  I must forever remind myself when these thoughts appear, to acknowledge that that was my old life.  I am a survivor and not a victim.

This mental and emotional intrusion, of my past into my present day has got to stop.  It will always be where it is now and where it belongs… in the past.

Yes, I have been incredibly fucking stupid…!  I have been struggling with this pain for far too long, and now I need to let it go.

It is time to forgive myself.

Sharon Carter-Wray

(31stDecember 2016)

 

Update:

I am pleased to say that part of my ‘life laundry’, included virtually eradicating any evidence of my ex-husband from my life. I was brutal, I had to be.  Even things that I loved were gotten rid of, if they were tainted with any negative connection to him.  It took a while to go through everything, but it was not only necessary, it was essential.

White acrylic on canvas, with black ink

It’s hard to believe that it’s been over 4 years since my divorce, and almost 4 since I started my life over.  I am also very conscious that it’s all part of my incredible journey.  It was just a very long pitstop.

Thankfully, I recognise that I have already come a very long way and my story is not over yet.

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Updated Monday 28th January 2019)

 

 

Wow! I’m a 1 year old…

I have just been notified that ‘My kind of beautiful’ has turned 1 today!

I started this mission with a view to spread my words and my creative ideas, as far and as wide as I could.  And though I may not have reached all the people from all four corners of this world, I am grateful for touching the one’s I have so far.

Though I had to take time out for a while, I am now back on the case, with many thoughts that need to be expressed and the latest creations I have brought to life.

I want to say thank you, to all my readers both new and old who have supported me along this part of my journey.  Whether you are just a reader or you actively comment on what I post, you are very important and I am very grateful for your time and attention, whoever and wherever you may be.

Without you, this would mean nothing, so please help me to further spread my words.

Thank you.

Sharon Carter-Wray

(25th January 2019)

 

I left you, for me…

Do not for one moment

Feel proud

For what you’ve done

And do not believe

That you have somehow

Reduced me

You do not have that power

Just as you cannot be

The master of me

 

Don’t think for a second

That your insincere words

Or idle gossip

Has left me damaged

Or wounded me

My skin thickened

When I saw sense

And I began to self-heal

 

Do not be mistaken

In believing that

You,

Walked away from me

Think again

Who really took

That first step away?

Was it you, or was it me?

Whose back is turned?

Who do you no longer

Hear from or see?

 

Do not be fooled

If you think you have won

I have not stopped

I’ve only just begun

I called you out

A long time ago

I recognised your

Bitter & twisted soul

 

So, though you may believe

That I am lost without you

That I am lonely, at odds

Ill at ease

Just ponder this…

I-left-you… for ME.

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(25thJanuary 2019)

 

Read me like braille

Close your eyes

And surrender to

Your other senses

Unfasten your mind

And visualise me

In another way

Say nothing

As your fingers travel

Over every dip and curve

Learn

From my response to you

Hear if we are in tune

Caress

Every part of me

Listen closely

To the gasps I inhale

Breathe me in

From the sighs

That I exhale

Let your fingers

Slowly glide over me

As you read my skin

Like braille

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(23rdJanuary 2019)

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