I was so afraid
As I held on tight
He told me to stay
To stay through a fight
He knocked me down
Down to the ground
I could hardly breathe
Nor make a sound
He left me there
I saw him grin
As the blood spilled down
Down my skin
I fell on my knees
I forgot how to feel
What’s the point
If this wound won’t heal
I saw a stranger
He saw me
He granted my wish
And set me free
He knew the signs
Of my endless hurt
Thanks to him
I’m not in the dirt
I thank him each day
He saved me
For I am here
Do you see
Please pay attention
Be aware
You can help
If you choose to care
Amanda Ricci
- Author: Amanda Ricci ( Offline)
- Published: April 18th, 2020 09:06
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Well written, Amanda. Unfortunately domestic violence is still much too prevalent, and too often the victims do not get any help.
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