THE FURNACE

By Vibeke Lindhardt

She threw me in the furnace

But I was strong and came out the same

She repeated her actions towards me

But I was strong and played the game

Her will was strong and determined

But I forgave and was not maimed

She exuded her will towards me

I pretended,  and did not blame

But the constant fire in the furnace

Wore down my will and aim

I decided to change my actions

To my honor and status reclaim

It is best to avoid the furnace

To stand where they know your name

If relationships become verbally, mentally and emotionally – and maybe even physical abusive –

Then it is time to set boundaries.

January 1 2018

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