Flick the match and light the gaslight.

See it burns so bright.

Lean back in peace and feel good inside.

Thinking all is right.

Somethings off, dim lights?

“No, you must be seeing things tonight.”

I thought for sure, somethings wrong with the lights.

“If you say so,” He rolls his eyes

“but, it is just as bright.”

Continued reading in the still night.

Reading becomes more of a fight.

“What book are you reading tonight?”

Oh, just something light.

“You finished that last night”

What? No, I don’t think that’s right.

“Your wrong, your losing it tonight.”

Her skin crawls, eyes avoiding his sight.

She reads under the dim lit night.

Words straining her eye sight.

As she feels insane inside.

Night after night, after night.

She questions every thought inside.

As she stares at the dimly lit gaslight.

R.d. Jess

This poem is written for all of you who have endured gaslighting, find some one who will tell you who you really are. Look for that truth, you are not insane… You are brave!


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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.

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