“Please Don’t Tell Me What I’m Doing Wrong” by Another Mom Suffering Parental Alienation --not my words but so perfectly expressed

“Please Don’t Tell Me What I’m Doing Wrong” by Another Mom Suffering Parental Alienation

(Posted on Facebook by Asha Bas, Who Granted Permission to Share her poem in Hopes That “Others Will Know They Are Not Alone”)

I’m in a living nightmare

Something deeply precious was stolen

I’m in ongoing grief and despair

Unbidden tears awash again and again

Never any idea what to do, or what to say

Everything is used against me, the rules are unfair

Forlorn, how to get out I see no way

But I have to stay strong and I have to beware

It would be easier to give up, to let go

Easier to close down completely

But the future I cannot know

Behind closed doors I do not see

So I fight against the abuse and lies

Ever continue to stand up for what is right

My grief I cannot continuously disguise

Sometimes my words come out with a bite

But my words come out, which can be quite hard

Though I’m afraid, I can move and walk around

I’m not an actor, a social person, or a bard

Sometimes my mouth has opened with no sound

Please don’t tell me what I’m doing wrong

I already know and I berate myself enough as it is

My treasures were stolen and I do not belong

My family torn asunder with a crushing deadly kiss

I cannot concern myself with little people in this game

Who may or may not be playing behind the scenes

Aloof and careful, I must treat everyone as the same

To the abuser, it is clear that the end justifies the means

I do not know who to trust and my choices are few

I have limitted knowledge and little experience

I’m more likely to trust, to see the good in you

I have learnt that I perhaps should not take that chance

If I let my guard down I may lose even more

Years, time, freedom that may never be recalled

The hurtful slander that sticks I abhor

With their increasing power I am appalled

It crushes the spirits and wearies the very soul

The years and lies drag on with no end in sight

With my heart ripped out, I am not whole

So be thankful I can speak, even if i do bite

And remember that a dog bites because it is afraid

Afraid of the unknown, and often of what they have learned

With no choices and no idea, I go where I am bade

Hindsight has taught me, with trust I have been burned

Please don’t tell me what I’m doing wrong

Be impressed, instead, that against the odds I’m still here!

I’m staying in this nightmare and hanging on

Despite the impossible odds and the unending fear!