Vulnerable

It's so easy to get in a relationship now. Everyone is looking for that special someone. Honestly, I do believe that people should have someone very important in their lives, who genuinely loves them. Tell me this, what happens when that special someone whom you thought was your best friend, becomes your worst enemy? This month is October, the national awareness month for Domestic Violence. Sadly, this is the reality for a lot of women and even men around the world. According to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, over 1.3 million partners are involved in domestic assaults, while 85% percent of the victims are women. In the most shocking way they have awaken from a fairytale dream to a living nightmare. Understand that when a relationship becomes unbalanced and unhealthy, it is time to exit out of the door, before the situation escalates into a more dangerous situation. Truly all that glitters is not gold.

I was vulnerable to his touch.

Enticed through the eyes of lust.
Yet, the moment he transformed on me,
Was the moment I lost my vulnerability.

The ability to be sensitive to my own needs.
The hate takes away ones desire to feel.
If I didn’t feel anything, then I would be okay.

In him I thought I could find true love,
But there is nothing more real than the moment your body is thrown in the ring, with no protection, no gloves.

Who wants to leave themselves open,
To the possibility of another scar.
The scars damaged my body as well as my soul.

I learned to shut myself in,
Because I was coming out, but going too far.


I’d given up on myself,
By letting another take full control.

Yes, control equals power,
The sweet nectar that enemies crave.
Powerful enough to dig your grave.
From personal lover, to personal hater.
I left him because I could do better.

Now it’s just me.
And I struggle daily as I try to remember what it feels like to love me.

How can I possibly love anyone else, when I’ve lost the perception on how to love myself?
How can I become one with anyone else if I’m not one with myself?



I was vulnerable to his touch.
Enticed through the eyes of lust.
Yet, the moment he transformed on me,
Was the moment I lost my vulnerability.

My ability to be sensitive and truthful to my own needs.
There’s nothing wrong or selfish about the love of self.
I know thyself, that I might know thee.
Just a few words on Augustine.

Yet, I have transformed once more,
now morphing into the true character of my personality.
I have found strength to touch the wounds that still bleed.

The wisdom to know what balm to use, in order for the bruises to heal.
I have the discernment to realize what’s real.

I am sensual, and I am human.
That’s real.
I am spiritual, and intellectual.
That’s real.

A real man will find it in his heart to love, to heal, and not to harm.
Now that’s real.
Please don’t judge, because I have already done that enough.
There are people who feel what I feel,
And that goes beyond real.


I was vulnerable to his touch.
Enticed through the eyes of lust.
Yet, the moment he transformed on me,
Was the moment I lost my vulnerability.

Time has shown that I must be vulnerable.
Vulnerable enough to remain true to myself,
And never again lose me to someone else.

~With Love, Lady