From Fists To Light

He said "Look what you made me do!" his words that had turned her black and blue. Her children's eyes are scarred for life, they saw their father beating his wife. They don't remember what their daddy did, a child's memories can be sadly dismissed.. They grow up claiming their father's stories, it's the abuser who claims the glory. A wife who suffered from his blows, his actions that cut her very soul. His tongue spit words of violence and hate, hiding, she wouldn't allow her pain to escape. She held them close, with every single word, then took them with her out the door. She said "Look what you made me do!" her words, like his, rings true. She left him sulking in all his pity, his begging bringing about a religious committee. The elders wouldn't let them divorce, unless adultery was the main course. But she was determined to leave her abuser, she knew he'd always be an abusive loser. All these things were over looked, by the committee, the elders and the sacred book. No one helped her in the end, they all turned against her, family and friends. She battled against all of them, her strength and will by them condemned. She left them all, and never excused, her favorite quote, "Look what you made me do." This poem is sad and accurately true, behind closed doors, her bruises faded from black to blue. She recovers in due time, And celebrates a wonderful life.