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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the windows shattered And the splinters flew in He just made for the back door And left me not knowing where to begin. When the shards of glass hit me And pierced my vulnerable skin He was already going Leaving me feeling he was an inhuman being. When I fell down covered in glass and bleeding, And the storm raged on, I didn’t look round because I knew,I knew,I knew, I knew he would be gone. Gone. Suddenly peace came,storm had quite disappeared.. It was all over so quickly Not as murderous as I feared. My wounds were bad,I have to confess. I had no bandage Nothing with which to dress. With an old towel I cleaned my blood Then I lay me down Just to have a rest. Since that day,no storms come this way. My wounds are healing I have just one thing to say. When the storm was so bad He left me all alone… but strangely since then all is peace and calm. His absence has become almost a balm. But I hear stories of fierce storms rising up In towns and villages Not too far from here, where a wandering man appears. Seems like he’s running to get away From some storm But the storm’s inside him… He gives it form So when the windows crashed in And glass flew at my face left me all alone In what, he thought, was a very dangerous place. Did he not pick me up and carry me outside? No,my daughter, he left me alone; I might have died. But since then I lost a great burden… And I lost a great feeling of shame. Rise up,you women,bleeding and torn. For on days like this,a new resolve is born. While you live don’t accept all the blame. Don’t live so long as I did,in fear and in shame. Rise up and find that calm In the eye of the storm… On days like this a new woman is born.
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