
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.
Heartbreaking but hopeful. I so want things to turn out well!
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Me too Radhika. Thanks for visiting – I’m enjoying your blog too π
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Awesome! π
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Very powerful and I like the insight you put here… I am anti domestic violence… thanks for sharing this π
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Thanks again quirkyshine – domestic violence is something that makes me passionately vocal… and something that makes me shake my head and sometimes wonder about the human race
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let our voices be heard and fight this violence against women and children. wonderful advocacy π
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