Why She Stays
Sting of a
slap without reform
A fist closed tight clenching in rage
Her flesh weathers yet another storm
Years are not kind from the batterings
They take their toll
Bruises on skin
Bruises on soul
Contorted reasons on each apology
Her heart will again relent
It's not love alone that dulls her mind
But the censure of weak consent
Be not her judge for why she stays
There are no rules she's broken
If guilt be any it lays in hiding
Domestic Violence-
Rarely spoken
©Debbie Stevens
Dedicated to all victims/survivors of Abuse and to the wonderful
Grevillia Cottage, Westmead hospital. To my counselor, Tricia,
who encouraged me to take steps out into the open, Thank you.
From a whisper to a roar, silent no more.