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| Growing up she was spoilt and naive, So when she left home she could never perceive. In the outside world, people were cruel. So making decisions she was a fool. She was told for marriage she had to be pure, And the man she married would make her secure. She was told and believed marriage was care. So the first time he hit her it didn't seem fair. The beatings got worse, kicked to the ground. Confused and frightened, not making a sound. This strange life, with her had begun. It never ceased, but she gave him a son. His temper and moods, on her he'd vent. So in the hospital her time was spent. In the middle of this, three children were born. She was battered and bruised and very forlorn. All of this not a soul would debate. She had a new feeling. This feeling was hate. This new feeling of hers, all hidden inside. She ran away, and just wanted to hide. She tried to forget the things in her past. But beatings and scars they always last. She loved her kids, they were always in strife. She desperately wanted to start a new life. Then into her life one day he came. She often wondered if he was the same. From the day that he appeared. The physical abuse it disappeared. For many years her marriage would last. A girl was born. she could forget the past. She was happy at last, though her he neglected. And his devious side was never suspected. She was with him for years, always alone. Communication he did on the phone. All the decisions were his in the home. She was happy with this and allowed him to roam. Her daughter grew she said that she must, In him and his friends, she should not trust. She'd talk for hours, and her eyes would glisten. She'd say "You're too soft, and you will not listen!" After twenty five years, he just walked away. With a young woman, he wanted to stay. All plans and her dreams went through the door. The day had now come, when she'd trust no more. Her daughters when they found a mate. Mental abuse they wouldn't tolerate. Physical and mental abuse. A woman should leave, there is no excuse. After all these years, only now she can see. If she had walked out she could have been free. Now she's content in the house that she'll live. She thinks of her past and still can't forgive. Sometimes at night, the dreams still appear. When a woman's abused, they don't disappear. Her confidence taken, the spirit is lost. It slowly returns, whatever the cost. The first time in years she thinks I am me. There's still wrong decisions, but she is so free. She's still soft at heart, but this she'll condone. Because of this softness she isn't alone. Living her life she's learnt many things. She's wiser and cautious of what it all brings. When she feels down and feels at a loss. She says to herself . "For once I am boss"! |
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