Same Story

I just want to be remembered for all the 
kindness and love that I showed
rather than
the hate and anger I felt
at all the lost opportunities
the foolishness of youth
the stupidity of ignorance
and the innocent belief
that there will be someone
to always protect and support
me.

I loved and lost.
I loved someone, who did not love me back.
Same old story.  Different tune.
Stale stage, but new players.
It does not hurt so much
when you hear it happening to
someone else
or
read about it
in News rags and websites.
It only feels raw and real
when it cuts your own heart.

I can say with pride
that I have known and lived
through hate and abuse
so much, that I likened
my state to that of Aushwitz.

Now I feel ashamed
even to admit my folly
of letting myself be degraded
and insulted in the most
undignified ways, possible.
That I can't bear to even
think about it
much less talk about it.

But somehow my spirit
to free myself, resurrected
and awoke like a phoenix
and I broke free of all the
chains of bonded
and undignified
clutches.

Now, although free,
I still have nightmares
and wake up in cold sweat
of terror and fright.
I still shiver
at the threats and intimidation.

Same story, different tune.

And I can't seem to
progress to
Act II Scene I.
I still seem stuck
waiting in the wings
for an apology
some show of
remorse,
that will never come.

I wait in vain.
Same story, different tune.

Still hoping someone will come
and lift me up
and protect me
and make all that is
wrong, right.

But that someone is
Me.
Same story, different song!