I told the enemy too much
Showed him every card
Exposed the hand I’d been dealt
His technique avant-garde

Slithering slipperily he slipped by
My security system disabled
Burned out at both ends
Switch tripped
My resistance tabled

Granted him VIP access
To what some may call
A private hell
Informing an informant
An impostor
A sleeper cell

Have you been there?

Every talk you ever had
Whether by pillow, pen or post
Held for ransom
Leveraged against you
Time released to hurt you the most

And what about your own mouth
How you disqualify yourself
Long before you move forward
Fear keeps your gifts on the shelf

You rehearse every negative feeling, emotion and thought
Letting it run wild in your mind
Rehearsing the pain of every battle fought
Taking pleasure in cherishing every lie

You say, “Everything is going wrong
Must be the way it’s supposed to be!”
NEVER agree with your opponent
Or give helpful hints to your adversary

There has to be a line drawn
A demarcation of sorts you see
Own up to letting him stay too long
How can two walk together unless they agree?!

I told the enemy too much
Striving never to do it again
Never help build an arsenal
Aimed at you
It incites sabotage from within

© Ericka Arthur and authenticitee, 2015

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  1. AAAMENNN!! It’s a practice, remembering to not give the enemy power. We have to know he is all smoke and mirrors. The power of life and death is in the tongue! Absolutely love this! xo

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  2. WAAAAAAAAAAOOO! And yes I meant to write it that (waaao) not wow LOL! I love love love the way you write and expreess sis! Just so you know you are one of my fav poets 😉 I could could so relate to this…trusting isn’t easy…loved these words:

    Informing an informant
    An impostor
    A sleeper cell

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  3. Really excellent !! So many people still could be saved from the pain we went through if they knew the things we did not know then.
    Your poem is very validating to those who have suffered from narcissistic abuse.
    I posted this on my abuse blog…Lovely Wounded Lady.
    I hope it is okay.


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