the portrait of a woman
Woman in a painting
When she left it was snowing
she left no snow print
years passed like a stacked wood
waiting for winter
at permanent art exhibition
in a painting by Paula Rego
she was bigger now than before
Etched in her face the abuse she
the abuse she had suffered
She had survived she left footprints
that told of the misery of men
but she wore no hatred in her heart
I could no longer reach her with
sweet whispers
I believed her when she said it is for
men, who abused to feel ashamed
she walked out of her painting
to a future bright
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