FREE ONE DAY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Tear stains cover her ashen face
Tares now in what was once pretty lace
Trembling bony fingers
What were before young hands
The smell of blood lingers
No one understands
Bruises cover her now lined face
Troubled now her beauty replaced
By weapons of life
She is someone’s wife
Locked away
Never sees the light of day
No one to phone
She’s really alone
Working keeping a home
Goodness help her if there is one thing out of place
Trapped like a prisoner she has her space
Hands and knees
From dust till dawn
A cut bleeds
As if on a rose thorn
Trembling inside
She wishes she could hide
Why is she not missed?
No one comes looking
She never gets kissed
Just hit
That is her only contact
She used to try to react
Fight back
But it was a losing game
She has no name
No aim
Only to be there for
when he needs her
His comments will be a slur
Fists will make her see a blur
How much more will she incur
From this what can we concur?
Her Husband goes to work people think he is wonderful
His manners are so beautiful
They believe, to his wife he is so dutiful
But they should ask where is his lady?
Never to see her is this not crazy?
Her neighbours never ask about her
Why does she not work?
They never see them together
Will she be left forever?
Or will she find the strength to escape
No longer he will hurt her
She won’t experience rape
She will run free
But where?
She has no one you see
No body to care
And what if he finds her
His anger he will share
But what if she finds her own way
And can wake each day
Open her eyes and see the light
Walk through the door and smile with delight
In bed at night
She sleeps in peace
Only her memory these days bleeds
Her nightmares occur
But she awakes
Big mistakes
No one is there
By her side with a fist
She puts her faith in God now
Her past is not missed
Lines are deep in her brow
But her skin will heal
Her heart will warm and love she will feel
Her future is a must
She has to learn how to trust
By doing that she helps others
Her sisters and brothers
Hands together each day
She will pray
For those who are in what was her situation
Absolute devastation
For them to find their own way
And be free themselves one day
© Fiona Cummings
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