Silence
Blessed Silence
Eyes tightly closed
Long devoid of tears
One hand cradling her
Aching swollen jaw
The other one gingerly
Holding her torn
Nightgown together
She huddles in the
Corner of her bedroom
He is gone
Within the darkness of
Her fear, anger, and hate
Despite the pain and despondence
There still flickers a tiny little
Flame of hope
Maybe even of love
He didn’t mean it
It was the alcohol
Without a job he takes
His anger out on me
He did tell me
He loved me
But deep within her
Own soul she knows
He will not change
Words mean nothing
His actions tell her
It’s time to leave