His voice was so loud and filled with wrath.
Now she wishes she’d chosen a different path.
He uses his strength to throw her about.
She once loved him but is now left without.
His fists, clinched so tightly that his knuckles are white.
She wonders if she will even make it through the night.
A weapon, which was designed to bring pleasure,
Now delivers humiliating pain without measure.
She thinks that she must somehow get away.
But some fear within her always makes her stay.
He has succeeded in beating her into submission
It’s like a cancer that will not go into remission.
So she remains quiet, like a good little wife.
Maybe peace would come if she were to end her life.
To those who think that there is no hope. Get away, pray but please do not stay.
You are special and don’t let anyone try to tell you anything different.