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 © | Year Posted 2019

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Allison Avatar
March 28, 2019 at 4:19 AM
Domestic abuse is so often hidden, physical abuse - you can see the bruises hidden under make up but verbal abuse you can't see the scars in one's heart. i have a huge lump in my throat especially at the lines' there is no comfort in the arms of a chair' I've written on thre subject too ( not form personal experience thankfully) I'm adding this remarkable piece to my faves:-) hugs jan xx
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