Survivor

As the intensity of her tears fell upon deaf ears I too like everyone else abandoned her I hid in the closet for what seemed like days This had become a daily regiment The routine of you being pommeled & stripped of your identity & individuality Me trying to escape the sounds that had become all to familiar Being the coward that he was Afraid of your strong will to bounce back from his brutality, Fear of his incapability to break you, I often wondered did this give him validation of his manhood The room grew still... I knew he had passed out in a drunken stupor from all the excitement I emerged, your battered body appeared to be Tossed in a corner like trash waiting to be thrown away Now I know you were BEATEN, BRUISED but NOT BROKEN, A SURVIVOR