Truth

I spoke my truth
while you hid behind lies
tormenting and making me doubt
that I was right.
How could you harm
one you were suppose to protect?
How could you destroy
the woman that I was meant to be?
I have spent years in denial
no, not denial
repression and as my brain awakens
the horror flows through
as once more you destroy my life.
But I am stronger than you
I am better than you
I will no longer succumb to you
and your terror.
I stand on a mountain top
breathing in crystal clear air
this is my mecca 
this is my starting point
this is where my real life begins.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 31/18

Shorthand Speak

Today is a bit rough for me so I thought that I would share the humor that T and me shared this morning. (He is spending nights with me while his dad is at work.)

I have a very bad habit of shorthand speaking. I believe I have talked about it before. I only speak half the sentence and fully expect that the person knows what I am talking about.

The following is the conversation we had:

Me: Okay T time to turn it off. We have to get ready to go. (Driving to school)

T: Okay mom.

I turn around and he has turned the Xbox off and is about to turn the t.v. off.

Me: What are you doing?

T: Turning it off like you said. What are you doing turning it on?

Me: I leave the t.v. on so that I have background noise all day.

T: But you told me to turn it off.

Me: Yeah, I meant for you to turn off Youtube so I could put Amazon on.

T: Well I did not understand that!

Shorthand speak strikes again.