Broken…

All of it lay on the floor; 
bits of everything; Broken 
 
There lay the lamp shade; 
she’d gotten it as a wedding gift. 
It’s blue cloth-shade lay askew. 
 
And there lay the picture of her wedding day; 
The glass, shattered to painful shards- 
Just like those vows, 
now lay at her feet. Worthless. 
 
And in the corner was the chair. 
He’d sat there through the years, 
and she, by his side. 
Now it lay like her. Mangled. 
 
And in another corner, 
sat she. 
The arm that cooked, Broken. 
The feet that danced, Bruised. 
The eyes that dreamed, Blackened. 
The back that worked hard, Beaten. 
The heart that loved, Broken. 
The spirit that lived, Butchered.  
 
Someday,  
The lampshade will stand again, 
And there will come another frame for that picture, 
And that chair too will be sat in once more. 
 
Probably her arms and feet  
and back and eyes will be fine. 
 
But that heart and that spirit…..  
Broken….  
 
 
 
 
Domestic violence can be the end of a person as we know them. Intervene today and stop them being broken…. 

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