One in Four Women

There she goes,

Spiraling down, down to the ground.

Where her mind falls blank,

And her heart rate slows,

Because of the powerful blow,

She received to her precious face.

One in four women.

She keeps her lips sealed,

As this is too surreal to truly be her own reality.

It was a onetime thing,

They didn’t really mean it.

She continues to feed herself these lies,

Trying to hide from the obscurity of it all.

One in four women.

This is a scar much deeper than the damage done to her skin,

This is a scar that stays in her perception.

As he raises his fist,

He never will truly realize the damage he’ll do,

How he will crack her soul, and shatter her heart.

One in four women.