She Gave Him Up her baby
She gave him up,
not for shame,
not because she didn’t love him,
because she did.
She saw what rage could do
when the drink took hold,
when pills kicked in,
when a bad mood
turned dangerous.
He’d smash chairs,
kick doors,
curse the walls
for being too close.
He never touched the baby,
but she knew he would.
So she wrapped the boy in his blanket,
didn’t wait,
didn’t cry,
just drove through the dark
and gave him to someone safer.
Then she went home
and locked the door behind her.
He came back
drunk,
high,
ready to hurt her.
And he did.
He murdered her.
His wife.
The mother of his child.
No accident.
No excuse.
He was drunk.
He was high.
He killed her.
But the boy lived.
That’s what matters.
He grew up far away
from fists and slammed doors.
Her love,
he was too young to remember.
But it saved him.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This was so heartbreaking, but also a clear reminder of the quiet strength it takes to protect someone you love.
Why did she go back? Too sad of a poem, I think, this would be good for survivors' group.