It’s tough to go public
With private things.
Exposure stings.
I don’t wear my rings.
What felt distressing
Now feels like a blessing.
I’m here confessing.
Matters are pressing.
I want a divorce.
To change my life’s course.
To regain my full force.
Reconnect to my source.
Sometimes more feels less.
It causes too much stress.
All he did was oppress.
But I’m ready for success.
I need to be quick.
Build brick by brick.
A strong structure, thick.
Protect myself from getting sick.
The truth, he loves to distort.
I wish I had some support.
I dread going to court.
But my mission, I will not abort.
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