The Woman
Blue marks her lovely face
With blood red circles
And purple rings.
Her lip is cut,
Her face puffed up;
But her eyes are fierce
As she takes stock.
This time, this once
She’ll not break:
She’ll bend and hurt
But rise up straight.
She packs her bags
And looks around:
The chair is shattered;
The table upside down.
She puts her rings upon the bed.
The bed she’ll never share again:
With a sad little shake
Of her now proud head
She turns and walks;
Her life regained.
© jeanihess
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