She knew he hit her.
She knew he hit.
She knew he punched walls to make her listen.
She felt the words.
She scrubbed the floor.
She knew he was a liar.
She knew he’d destroy her.
She planned.
She went to doctors.
She told them.
She went to psychologists who showed her the wheels of where he’d take her.
She knew where he would take her, if he knew.
She felt the appreciation, she thanked, pleaded.
She had to pay her rent.
She told him no, I never heard of Frank Sinatra.
She asked him, did you ever hear of Hank Snow.
She turned her eyes in, when he laughed at her interest in art.
She heard him mock her writing.
She saw his resentments.
She knew he’d hit her.
She knew he would punch her.
She knew he would lie about her.
She knew he convinced her of a broken mind.
She knew she’d leave.
She planned.
She saved.
She visited doctors.
She was finding herself.
She saw light.
She saw a small ray through the branches in the trees.
She knew Hank Snow, “… traveled everywhere man.”
Photo Credit
Photo By Melinda Cochrane – All Rights Reserved
thank you for reading
Yes I have been there and seen all that
But I didnt take their advice or his vice.
I didnt run Melinda,
Running was not for me
I stood in the bad weather facing storms of destiny.
Destiny bowed to my resilience
changing her course for me
Today I rule his home, his hearth
shielding my heart from him.
I am A woman dear friend
I showed him
he came out of another of my likes.
Your poem is Wonderful and sensitive . Congratz!!