No more

She came to me in silence.

Her heart clinging to her sleeve –

Begged me not to see the violence

And prayed that I wouldn’t leave.

 
 

I need to talk was all she said.

Her dark downcast eyes revealed –

The pain of sharing, easily read.

So with words we hoped this could be healed.

 

A life of promise was nearly over –

The tipping point showed in her scars.

The truth at last – like a three leaf clover.

Barefoot now she could not pass.

 

Her life she gave to this broken man –

His promise sealed with a golden ring.

Her body has given everything It can.

Trapped in this cage she cannot sing.

 

No more, she whispered on my shoulder –

Her bones so fragile under hand.

She said this time it’s truly over.

She’d found the nerve to make her stand;

The door is slammed; her final bow –

… It’s ok Sis, you’re back home now.

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