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are kept, words are swallowed All alone buried in her own thoughts Living in fear having to hide every tear Empty and withdrawn, isolated and torn Burden and very worn Separated from her love one’s, Treated like a villain, understood by no one.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.