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.