A DANGEROUS CYCLE – GET OUT OF IT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE (DOMESTIC ABUSE)

Flat on the wooden floor I lay, endless tears,

I was weak and fragile, but kept my hands near to shield me from his pounding fists

Abused and treated like a nobody, I had no voice of my own

I suppressed my howling and dared not talk back to prevent another beating,

He walked away and I waited, still very shaken,

When I was sure I could get up, I did and soothed my wounds.

It was already dawn as I got ready for bed,

He held me and told me he was sorry, it was just his mood

I loved this man, maybe he was sorry, and I trusted it wouldn’t happen again

We kissed and made up, a couple all smitten

But I was in pain, and my wounds were swelled up

I told myself they would heal over time, for now all they needed was a little makeup

A week later, I found myself in a familiar situation

Tired I was, I refused a session of lovemaking

Pushed to the ground and kicked at, I crawled around to find safety.

Heading towards the bathroom to hide.

The monster I loved was at it again, out to attack.

Ten minutes, and everything would be back to normal, I reassured myself.

I looked in the mirror, there was my black eye.

A badly swollen up face with contusions all over, this I surely couldn’t hide.

When it was quiet, I walked back into the room.

Only to be sent falling to ground when he threw at me, a footstool.

Enough was enough, I just wouldn’t take this anymore

And at that very moment I decided that I would walk out that door.