Doormat

Author: Donna Huntriss
Word Count: 76
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I used to be a doormat,
Where many had wiped their feet,
Stamped on my self esteem,
And kept me mild, kept me meek,

I used to have no voice,
Spoke “yes” instead of “no”,
And never did I lead,
Tread my own path – I just followed,

But now I own my “mat”,
It ’s clean, it’s mine, it’s strong,
And now I have a voice,
And speak up when I’ve been wronged.

Poem

Druidstorm, 6 months ago

Well said!!!...:))
Donna Huntriss, 6 months ago

Thanks Driudstorm. These days I am also a bit of a moody cow too!
Kevyn Paul Eis..., 27 days ago

Nice piece- seems like this has been too common place for too many women: Your strength always comes from the heart.
Donna Huntriss in reply to Kevyn Paul Eisenman’s comment, 27 days ago

Thank you Kevyn. I wrote it it a poetry workshop, but it does ring true with me.
Cricket, 7 days ago

Poignantly expressed, Donna. It takes a lot of inner strength to overcome the negativity that life, and the people orbiting around us, imposes on us sometimes. It’s easy to simply believe that it must be our own fault, so we allow the abuse to continue…good for you for recognizing your own self-worth, and taking a stand to defend it.
:)
Donna Huntriss in reply to Cricket’s comment, 6 days ago

Thanks Cricket! I wrote this in a poetry workshop.

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