{don’t} just walk away…

two cars and a yard
two kids, nice house
and today she walks with
crutches
last year it was the broken arm
and once it was sunglasses
in the grocery store

how are you today
fine, beautiful day today

 (just walk away)

and her — over there–
with the bruises no one sees
the ones that take longer to heal
because if they could see
her mutilated purple heart
they wouldn’t hesitate
to say,
“make a new plan, Fran
get yourself free”
and get out of there
but no one tells her
no one thinks
or believes her
because they cannot see
that which is hidden
wounds bleeding inside
the trail of tears

(just follow the trail)

she thinks
no one knows
understands
her pain

because no one knows
no one can see
her heart dripping

no one

they talk, they whisper, they wonder
one day she cried and let it slip
but

him?
that nice guy?

 Spewing verbal vomit?

{Attitudes of hate will barely
hold up the family foundation}

Nah, can’t be, can’t be true.
Seems like such a nice guy.
She’s making it up.
She’s overreacting.
Can it really be as she says?
She’s too sensitive.
Can’t be!
I don’t believe it!
Him?

I don’t think he’s capable of it!
 

(How are you? Are things better?)

And life spins on like a smiling tale
Behind the walls of her life
When “I do” becomes the rationale
for him “to do”

(How are you? Are things better?)

and she cries herself to sleep
and doesn’t know how to escape
the hell of her four walls, closing in
like death claws clasping her throat
a life sentence of living with {abuse}
and all she really wanted…
was to love and be loved?
to know and be known?

“unlike me, out doing good works
unlike you… you failure, you asshole,
why don’t you do something with your life”,
says the very nice guy at church,
ready to help anyone who asks

and he goes to church
and fools the congregation who
only see what they want to see
charmed by the smiling nice guy
who doesn’t think he’s done anything
wrong and thinks he’s a pretty nice guy

(How are things…. Is it better now?… Oh, it just takes time… Divorce is a sin.)

The world outside is an unknown harbor
Yet, safer beyond her own front door
Yet she has no place to go

Because sometimes she needs the strength
of another person to take her out, to do
that which she cannot do on her own

to start a new life

And violence is the roof
The banner that flies
The covering of her life
And she is a widow with a husband alive
Her children, fatherless orphans, with a father alive

without love; the unloved, hurt, broken

And the boys grow up to repeat the cycle
just like the nice guy… and the nice guy before him…
And the girls grow up to repeat the cycle
thinking they are worth no better than this
and have no other options…

{who will tell her how to get out}

***

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Click here for more information, and to learn to recognize the signs of domestic abuse and to learn how you might help someone if you suspect they are in an abusive situation. 

The above is a composite I’ve based from real life stories I’ve read. Sharing with d’Verse on the Poetic prompt of “taboo subjects”… or those which we just don’t want to talk about.

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19 Responses to {don’t} just walk away…

  1. Oh, it is so sad but true that you never know the hell that some people live. I think everyone has at least one secret they’re scared to tell, past or present. It’s awful to think of being trapped in a life of abuse. Thanks for reminding me to keep my eyes wider, so that I can help those who need it.

    • wayside word garden says:

      So true, Lori, we never know what is going behind the faces and lives of those we see. You have a compassionate heart. 🙂

    • It is all in having a plan. Sticking to the plan. The plan must be an absolute unspoken secret that is the only escape. Extrication is impossible if the traitor is within the escapee.
      Then that issue becomes the saddest fatality.

  2. claudia says:

    ugh this made my heart ache – there are too many of these stories and what we see is only the top of the iceberg – you approached this topic very sensitively, stating how difficult it is for these women to get out of it and for their children..and children…such a chain of madness – have seen some of these stories with my own eyes as a kid and the helplessness is overwhelming

    • wayside word garden says:

      Yes, my heart aches too, and you’re right, we only see the tip of the iceberg. I think it’s difficult to know how hard it can be, feeling trapped and helpless. It’s a cycle that is often repeated; the sadness and madness.

  3. the word bar says:

    This was once my life.. but by the grace of some God, my children are strong, compassionate people..no cycle of repetition..

    i did walk away, but don’t ask why i stayed..

    Thank you for writing on this “taboo” subject..
    very well done

    • wayside word garden says:

      Lynne, I’m so sorry. I’m glad to hear you are safe and so happy to hear about your children, too– compassionate, strong people. Thank you, God.

  4. brian says:

    dang…all too real and far too common…a tough one and there are many reasons for her to stay in the relationship…the kids, stability, security and she trades it for abuse…it is scary walking away…and hard to see as an option at times…i hope that she has a friend that she will listen to

    • wayside word garden says:

      The tradeoff for abuse– security, the children, stability, the stigma, many women ashamed to speak up… yes- so hard to see all the options, easier to stay. A hard one, for sure.

  5. Sad..and so true. Touching.

  6. Sheila Moore says:

    I have chills and not only because of the topic but your lines are viceral and poignantly penned… especially these ones hit me hard: When “I do” becomes the rationale
    for him “to do”…..Because sometimes she needs the strength
    of another person to take her out, to do
    that which she cannot do on her own
    to start a new life….And she is a widow with a husband alive
    Her children, fatherless orphans, with a father alive….And the boys grow up to repeat the cycle
    just like the nice guy… and the nice guy before him…
    And the girls grow up to repeat the cycle
    thinking they are worth no better than this
    and have no other options…
    {who will tell her how to get out}

    This is simply amazing. thanks for sharing it.

  7. Another touche. Excellent coverage of a still quiet subject.
    Excellent writing. Subject was easily imaged.

  8. Heaven says:

    This topic hurts and affects the family and the community. Domestic abuse is difficult to talk about as no one really knows what does on behind closed doors. My heart goes out to those who suffer in silence and must bear the burnt of violence.

    Thanks for sharing this…Happy sunday ~

  9. hypercryptical says:

    Difficult subject well tackled. It is so hard to walk away as there are many reasons for staying and the sadly the cycle of abuse carries on and on down the generations.

    And it is difficult to believe the nice guy can really be like that…. nah not him – she’s lying…. and often others don’t want to listen, to get involved….

    Anna :o]

  10. Wow! You have done an excellent job of showing the ugly face of a very important topic. Abuse of any kind just infuriates me, but I wonder how often I’ve turned a blind eye, just not wanting to see. Or even if seeing, being afraid to do anything. Thank you for writing and sharing this. Peace, Linda

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  12. she only needs to find a way to tame him,

    men grow more gentle when aging, find ways to show how much she loves him, and how hurtful when he does not behave, …things will enhance,

  13. christine says:

    we all wear a mask of some kind of pain, and shame, most of us know that we are all wearing them, we just never bring it up, or ask, abuse is one of those taboo areas we like to ignore, a very honest write

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