The Battered Wife
If only it was a fantasy
A nightmare not reality
If only monsters were marked
So we could stay far far away.
In sickness and in health but this wasn’t there
Long are the days of the dark alley
If only walls had ears
I would tell it to grow arms.
For what are ears but years of torture
So if wishes were horses
I would be a stallion
To ferry you from that ring.
I hope he loves you; like really!
Not like crazy that’s unhealthy
Not to the moon; just where you are.
Then you will find peace and comfort
For there is no comfort
In the arms of a chair
There is no peace
In the silence of a home.
I pray that God protects you
From the enemy within
For the enemy without
Can do you no harm!
Copyright © Solomon Ndichu | Year Posted 2019
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