Today’s poem topic provided by a request.
Date one was met with anticipation,
A good night kiss without hesitation.
Quickly gone the butterflies,
Soon after the start of lies.
Cohabitation two months in,
A daily reminder of living “in sin”.
Even so, nightly trists did not diminish,
“I’m all done, you can go to the bathroom to finish,”
Two incomes dropped to one,
Tearful fights were never done.
Exhaustion and stresses coming to the head,
“If you leave, tomorrow I’ll be dead!”
Once hidden bruises started to appear,
Snickers and taunts slowly hit the ear.
Half-true tales were told in emergency rooms,
To explain a broken rib from being hit with a broom.
Months passed in the same cruel way,
Muscle tone gone, skin almost grey.
“Things can change!” was often thought,
As one more whisky is drunkenly bought.
A hundred times the bags were packed,
The final straw: a jaw that cracked.
Hoping tearful pleas would call your bluff,
She is restrained and placed in handcuffs.
Domestic violence can affect anyone. If you need to reach out here are some numbers that can help:
– Ontario: 1-866-863-0511
– BC: 1-800-563-0808
– Alberta: 1-866-644-5135
– Manitoba: 1-877-977-0007
– PEI: 1-800-218-2885
UK: 0808 2000 247