Me, The Dark Ages (women I have known, stories I have heard #3)

For the longest of all dark times,
in the dark ages of my young life,
I sat in the shadow of his image
still, destitute of opinion.

Whatever he said I said "fine".
Whatever he did I turned my eye.
When the cheek was blackened,
he was acquitted at the moment
I convicted the victim

His fist was not as harsh as his tongue
his tongue not as severe as his shun
his shun preferred as a way of peace
peace being something that came
when all chance of harmony
had been exhausted, beaten

Silence, loyalty, alligiance
are weapons of friendly fire
Until the moment you stand
realizing he is a little small man,
not large enough to sit under

Ron Peat
Those that seek to control others are really just people who are afraid of themselves. Little is what becomes of the spirit when it is so filled with fear that it has to seek to control its surroundings. Freedom doesn't exist where there is fear; and spirit always seeks freedom and love. One cannot love if there is fear; with fear there is only domination; with domination there is nothing but insecurity. Control breeds anger and depression or both at the same time. Great poem. A poet friend//RH Peat

Munia Khan
Hugs hugs and hugs for this terrific work Sandra!! You reign my dear!!

Becky
nicely done- bravely written

Sandra Martyres
Bravo Sandra D- you do make a strong point and very effectively too... the fate of women in my country is a great source of pain for me...A lot of my poetry is influenced by it....she carries the scourge of rejection from cradle to grave.....

Sandra Dodd
And before I am called a man hater, I acknowledge that women can also be abusive. GEEEEEz goes without saying.