The house is silent ....
No one is around....
She lays motionless upon the cold ground....
Waiting to be found....
She fights to hang on ....
To live another day ....
To see the light of the new day....
.. ..
He beat her till an inch of her life ....
And stood over her while stabbing her with only a kitchen knife....
Over and over he told she was no good ....
She would never amount to anything ....
.. ..
Her life flashes before her eyes ....
She doesn’t want to die....
Memories of happy days ....
Seem so far away....
.. ..
She can feel herself losing the fight ....
Being pulled into the blackness of the night....
And than she sees it a far off light....
.. ..
Moving ever so slowly ....
She walks through the darkness meekly....
Wondering if this place she sees ....
Is any better than this life she leads.....
.. ..
Peace washes over her ....
As she enters the light ....
Her spirit is lifted ....
She no longer has to fight.....
.. ..© 2008 Bette Christianson. All rights reserved.