The Cycle

The Cycle short poem

Her eyes, wide in bewilderment saying, “What the heck?”
Her face was red where his fist had struck.
Her lips swollen, cracked in places where her teeth bit, Her tears had dried up and quit.
I could see the damage that had been done,
I couldn’t believe it could happen to someone so young.

She loved him.
She loves him.
She can no longer see past the fear,
She had only been with him for a year.
What went wrong?
What did she do wrong?

I hold her hand and listen to her soft voice,
I hear her tell me she had no choice.
I see the pain in her movements,
I show her the legal documents.
The shelter is ready to receive her,
The police have provided a driver.

Her eyes have seen that it wasn’t her,
Her lips speak of what she had to conquer.
Her tears now only flow in memory,
Her face is filled with hope and prosperity.
She leaves the shelter with renewed hope.
She returns to him expecting she can cope.

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