Domestic Violence
I look in the mirror and who do I see, a woman with a black eye staring back at me. I look at my hands all bruised and battered, the person within me all torn and tattered.
My life a mess with no-one to blame but me, when I look in the mirror that's what I see. I sit awaiting just for him to come home, hoping today will better if we are alone. But it doesn't matter... I realize, he'll find something to chastise.
He tells me he loves me more than anyone should, making me think no-one else would. Then one day I realize while looking in the mirror, I only live for one thing in life, I live in fear. So I gather up my conscience and say to myself, I need to get out of here for me and my health.
I don't want to end up in a body bag, with bags in hand, I cry, my shoulders sag. I will leave a note just to tell him goodbye, when he gets help, only then can I try.
I need to find that girl in the mirror, that once smiled and laughed, who barely shed a tear. She's somewhere inside me that I know, someone who I lost a long time ago.
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Tami S. Robbins
About the Creator
Tami Brzak Robb
I have been writing since I was 12, songs, poetry, stories. I've been published in a poetry book. I mostly write about life experience. I'm a mom to 5 and 6 grandchildren whom I love dearly. I hope my writing inspires and gives hope.
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