bey - i am really, really hoping that this last post is a poem about a memory of something that happened in the past - and not where you are now. if it is something in the past - you describe it very well - and i feel for you. if it is present - i hope it does not come to this. is there anything you can do - someone who can help - that has worked for you before? sending you all the support and good wishes i can muster,
"the scariest thing about abuse of any shape or form, is, in my opinion, not the abuse itself, but that if it continues it can begin to feel commonplace and eventually acceptable."
- Alan Cumming, "Not My Father's Son"