Battered

Battered All the silent voices Those that dare not speak Spirits which are broken Subdued, into meek “It’s not his fault” “I made him mad” Excuses made for peace But the pleadings make no difference When the beatings will not cease “Just pack your bags” “Leave him now” “Shut the door and walk away” But when he smiles and treats you well Something makes you stay. Chipped teeth, blackened eyes Broken rib and muscle sprain. Shades and roll neck jumpers Hide the bruises, not the pain Walk on eggshells, choose your words Please him all you can “There must be something wrong with you, if he’s not a happy man.” Strength is what you need, It’s what you need to find To break the cycle, break his hold To reclaim your own mind. He’ll crumble when you leave him He’llplead and want you back But the façade will also crumble When he starts his next attack. It may be hard to start with But like the song say’s “you’ll survive” You’ll find a better future In every sense Alive!