Please Don’t Put Me in the Basement

“Please Don’t Put Me in the Basement”
(A poem)

Please don’t put me in the basement…
Please don’t put me in the basement…

You’ve got that look again.
It is a sure thing… there will be pain.
I try to make things calm, quiet and fast.
You try to justify, lie and buck pass.
Please don’t put me in the basement.

It doesn’t hurt anymore. That’s just how it goes.
I can cope; survive as long as the world never knows.
Keep my cards to my chest and my true feelings very near.
But you are getting more powerful, and your greatest weapon: My Fear.
Please don’t put me in the basement.

A moment of clarity: I’m not protecting them like I think.
My greatest failing is to my babies. I begin to sink.
Do to me what you can; they are my reason to fight.
Tear up all of the carpets, there’s nowhere left to put this out of sight.
But, please don’t put me in the basement.

Stop! I don’t want to live this way no more.

There are plenty of agencies desperate to stand by our side.
They promise to make a difference; there will be a change of tide.
Wasn’t expecting that things would turn out this way.
Why did you put me in the basement?

I have rights and a voice. How loud must I be before I am heard?
The system is mixed up, crazy and disturbing.
Now it’s you with that look again.
And I’ve got shame, isolation and even more pain.
Why are you putting me in the basement?

Written by a woman, mother and survivor of domestic violence helped because of your support.