Poetry | Relationships | Mental Health
His Promise of Safety Was the Trap
Red Flags a Flying

They were there all along, snapping in the wind.
I wasn’t prepared. Had never been aware. No one was there to tell me not to trust.
Jealousy and judgment were sold as protection with words that struck like hissing snakes.
When he informed me my friends were no good and smothered them in silence. I chose to be with him instead.
He was right, my fault no apology required. There was no one to show me what they could clearly see.
When he told me what to wear. I set aside my preferences. Doubting my truth was an act of disablement.
Silenced by protection, ignoring my feelings, I made a bargain without asking the price.
The signs were always there, underneath the rubbish in the alleys of my mind. I didn’t want to look.
I didn’t want to know. It was safer not to know.
“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” Dr. Seuss
