As I walk down memory lane,
I can only see my shame,
Of buckling when I should
have been strong,
I left with my life
but I was in the wrong,

The beautiful words he used
to seduce my heart
Would begin to play
its part
Of what the years
would bring to me
For I am in fear of him
you see

This man that gave
his ring of trust
Broke me down to an old
bucket of rust
Lies, betrayals,
but worst of all
His fists of fury
that began to fall

A battered body
with lots of hate,
I had no choice;
it was almost too late.
I left my children that I
knew he dearly loved
And flew out the door
like a free dove

My angel leading
the way for me,
I left with my life,
you see,
I now hold the cruel
memories of his fist,
But I will get revenge,
I hope and wish,

For his life will be
no better than mine,
He took my happiness
but
the sun will still shine
To let me know
that I will always
hold in my heart,
My two children
that I had to part,

I left with my life
but
gave it a hard look,
For his fist of fury
he no longer shook.

Written with respect
for all victims
of Domestic Violence.
Knowing and understanding
from personal experience