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This poem was written and debuted today on Wisdom Supreme's show (www.blogtalkradio.com/agsupreme) and I'm pleased to announce it will be featured in my forthcoming book of poetry entitled 'INSPIRED' which is to be published by www.madjockpublishers.com before the end of the year.

Thanks to Wisdom for the opportunity he gave us poets by putting together this showcase. I was nervous as hell but I throughly enjoyed the experience and would love to do another.

I'm not talking from personal experience but how I think it might be if I was in the situation described. Please let me know what you think.

“Stealing My Thunder”

I won’t allow you to steal my thunder

I won’t let you take my voice

I know I’ll be stronger for my trial

Even when I didn’t ask for help I was shown I had another choice.

You won’t steal my thunder

You won’t drag me around by the hand

I’ve found someone worthy of me – it’s me

So I no longer have to live with your demands.

When you first started taking my thunder

It was little things like shouting and pulling my hair

Then it got more serious, you drew blood and left bruises

You stood above me laughing and mocking “Ha ha! Life’s so not fair!”

When I let you steal my thunder

I let you take my pride as you slept around

I let you take me for a foolish fool

I let you beat my spirit into the ground.

As my thunder was continually eroded

No one near to me had a clue

They only thought this vivacious woman’s a little quieter

If only the whole truth they knew.

When thunder is stolen it’s gradual

Sometimes friends and family might suspect

But an expert in denial and hiding the bruises

Ultimately through fear he controlled the noose at my neck.

When another whose thunder was stolen

Approached me one day in the street

She said so sincerely and deeply “I see you. It happened to me.”

She gave me a card and said “Call if you want to meet.”

I looked at the thunderbolt card she gave me

A stranger I thought ‘Who the hell is she?’

I didn’t know my family told her about me

I put away the card not knowing she’d be the one to help set me free.

I decided my thunder had to come back

It hit me as I looked in the mirror one day

I saw I was a shadow of my former self

In this relationship I knew I didn’t want to stay.

My thunder was not yours to be taken

The beatings and punishment I could take no more

I gathered the courage to make that call

I asked for help and phone in hand slid crying to the floor.

My thunder is under reconstruction

An ex gave me a lesson I needn’t have been taught

I’ve been helped through this awful time in my life

To my family and friends I’m grateful for their true love and support.

As I heal I’m taking back my thunder

Eventually I’ll blossom again like a rose

I’ve realise there’s life after spousal abuse

It will take time, how long? I trust God it’s only he that knows.

© 22^nd September 2007 Written by Angee Edgar All Rights Reserved