Empty Advice (sonnet)

"Just think of your priorities," you say.
"Just mother all your children; you know how.
You've come too far to throw it all away.
The worst is past, and you'll find your way now."
What do you even know about my hell?
Were you there when he screwed me like a dog?
Have you ever been too frightened to tell?
Have you lived fifteen years in a dense fog?
"Just focus on your future," so you say.
"Forget the old ways of doing things now.
You have a bright mind, so you'll find a way,
You left because he hurt you anyhow."
Your words, they felt as cold as winter ice.
Thanks, but no thanks, for your empty advice.

What's the Hold Up? (sonnet)

Is it too disturbing, even for you?
Are you afraid of what I have to say?
Are you afraid it's more than you can do?
Are you afraid that you don't know the way?
First you said to wait a little longer.
Then you said we must wait a little more.
All this time the feeling's growing stronger,
The burning urges I cannot ignore.
You said that you could help me sort it out.
You said you had experience with all this.
Well, tell me what the wait is all about?
Is there something important that I missed?
Please tell me that you won't give up on me;
There's no one else to help me through, you see.