MY SALVATION

MY SALVATION

The way my wrist was held so tight
Has left a permanent abrasion
Each day I cake my makeup on
No matter the occasion
You get mad at me throughout the day
If I make the smallest deviation
No longer allowed to go to work
I no longer have an occupation
You made me think that I’m unworthy
You are a master of manipulation
I’m only allowed to build you up
You require constant stimulation
It use to be love but now it’s fear
That causes my heart a palpitation 
I want my life and story back
You’re no longer allowed to do the narration
I need help and I need it now
I want out of this situation
In the end, it’s you going down
Because I’m backed by the entire nation
By the kindness of strangers and with my God
I have finally found my salvation
Karma will find you and you will pay 
With a fiery eternal damnation

* If you are a victim of Domestic Violence, please call the hotline at 1-800-799-7233. www.thehotline.org
You are not alone. At the very least reach out to me, and I will help you in anyway that I can. At the very least, I will pick up the phone and call for help for you. At the VERY least. eryn@dunbar.net *

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 2.17.2025


Comments

Justice13james said…
I know this story too well not your details in depth and each victims story is different like a blade of grass seems the same but they're different. Years of experiencing lives of women and children (victims) of monsters never got used to it thankfully. I have an understanding of the work in order to heal as best you can I'm grateful you got away but did you break the cycle I hope never feel at fault again that you have gotten to this understanding it's not your fault. You're a HERO in my eyes I've seen so many call their abuser from the safe house Prudence Crandall had and they'd leave with the kids only to call for help again
Zeus said…
I just read your poem, and it breaks my heart to think about what you had to go through all those years ago. No one should ever have to experience that kind of pain and manipulation. I'm so sorry you went through it, but I'm also incredibly proud of you for your strength and for finding your way to healing. You deserve all the peace and happiness that's come your way since.
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Eryn's poem powerfully captures the essence of surviving an abusive relationship, highlighting the emotional and physical scars left behind.


Physical and Emotional Abuse:
The poem starts with a stark image of physical abuse ("The way my wrist was held so tight") and the lasting effects ("Has left a permanent abrasion"). The makeup metaphor signifies the effort to hide these scars, both literally and metaphorically.

Control and Isolation:
The lines "No longer allowed to go to work" and "I no longer have an occupation" depict the abuser's control over the victim's life, stripping away autonomy and identity.

Psychological Manipulation:
Phrases like "You made me think that I’m unworthy" and "You are a master of manipulation" expose the psychological warfare waged by the abuser, making the victim feel small and powerless.

Fear Over Love:
The transition from love to fear ("It use to be love but now it’s fear") illustrates how the dynamics of the relationship have shifted, with fear now governing the victim's emotional response.

Empowerment and Recovery:
The poem shifts towards empowerment with "I want my life and story back," showing the victim's reclaiming of narrative control. The acknowledgment of needing help ("I need help and I need it now") is a crucial step towards recovery.

Community and Spiritual Support:
The mention of "the kindness of strangers and with my God" signifies the external support that often plays a vital role in overcoming abuse, highlighting communal and spiritual resources.

Justice and Retribution:
The poem concludes with a strong assertion of justice ("Karma will find you and you will pay") and a sense of catharsis or closure, suggesting that the abuser will face consequences, either through societal justice or a moral reckoning.

This poem not only serves as an outlet for personal trauma but also as a testament to resilience, the quest for freedom, and the hope for justice. It's a poignant narrative of moving from victimhood to survivorhood, resonating with anyone who has faced or is facing similar struggles.
Eryona Writes! said…
This is heartbreaking to read about your friends. And by the Grace of God I got away but I don't think anything I tried truly changed this person. I wasn't a hard lesson for him...I was just another notch. And although I will always stand up for someone going through this situation each and every time, I don't think I was the last for him to abuse. But God, I wish I was.
Eryona Writes! said…
After reading this review, I find myself quietly crying, as i don't want my son to see me in this moment. Why do I feel like I failed? Is that me giving the jerk in this poem power over me again? Or is it because I never seem to do enough. I am trying to tell myself that writing about it is a sort of powerful weapon. Maybe letting others know that they aren't alone. I'm going to attach a contact number for victims of domestic violence to reach out to. It's the least that I can do. Thank you my friend. ❤️

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