The Secrets of Battered Women
Shush, be quiet
He said as she laid, still in her bed
Smack as she was forced to curl into a ball
The room is silent, no one can hear when she calls
Her tears are frozen
Secret are kept, words are swallowed
All alone buried in her own thoughts
Living in fear having to hide every tear
Empty and withdrawn, isolated and torn
Burden and very worn
Separated from her love one’s,
Treated like a villain, understood by no one.
Broken heart, frighten soul too afraid to be made whole
Shush, be Quiet,
The rod is out on parole
Smack can you hear the hand across her back
Her heart is beating, her thoughts are racing
No time for erasing
His rage is pouncing against the wall
Her hands are trembling, her feet are quacking,
Fear calls, shush, listen,
Her nerves are shattering,
Their secrets are safe once more
He said, he loved her, He said, he cared
She believes him once more
Battered and bruise so lost and confuse
Memories are buried now her bruise are heal
Scars forever her secrets are sealed.
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