by Laura Howard
Sitting in the bath and relaxing,
Not a care in the world, and trying
To just gain some resolve from the day.
She laid back and started to pray.
She heard the sound of the door knob turning,
Not realizing that his fire within was burning.
Lights then went out, and she had to let out a shout.
Trying to find her way in the darkness now that surrounded her,
Not really able to see, she was able to get out of the bath,
Living and making it.
HE finally makes another appearance,
With great interference,
She is scared for HER life,
She knew that he had a KNIFE,
Worse yet she knew he had a gun,
What was the worst had begun.
Sitting in the living room,
Not thinking of the doom that loomed,
Preparing for the day ahead, he was leaving for work,
She knew she would be well for a while.
She freshened up and put on some makeup,
Feeling good about herself, and enjoying the quietness,
That was aborted when she heard the engine of his car again.
Oh Hell, He’s here.
Coming in the door, He pushes her to the floor.
Oh my, what in the world was that ever for.
Looking at her face, with the utmost disgrace,
"you got a hot date, you look like a french whore"
Crying, but not to let him see her, she goes into the bathroom.
Whispering to the Lord, she says please please let him leave,
Where I can get some relief.
Living in a mobile home, HE locked the doors of the home,
Where she could not get in or out,
She was trapped. Oh my she thought,
Children were her first priority and she knew
That she would have to flee.
To totally be free.
Seeking advice she found a friend
One on whom she could depend.
She and the children left the prison they were in.
never to return again.
Finally looking through brighter skies,
through a different perspective with her same eyes.
Friendly resolves developed with others that showed her love.
A love that she had never known before,
Giving her and the children the ability to trust them more.
Grateful for the chance to finally live and be loved.