Desperation…
Desperation
She opens her eyes and looks to her right..
Even the empty side of the bed gives her a fright..
She looks around for him to come..
And tries to be quiet as she listens for her son..
She is trapped in here with nowhere to go..
It is because she couldn’t say “NO”..
She let him do whatever he wanted..
And he never cared for her or made her feel wanted..
He came home drunk and beat her..
Hurting her bad and drinking more beer..
The thought of him gives her the shivers and she looks around once more..
Hating that she lives not knowing what’s next in store..
She tries to think why she did it..
Why she put up with all of it..
Then she tells herself-again-she is a woman..
But then she tried but he never did listen..
She feared for herself first..
But now she fears f0r his thirst..
His thirst for more hurt..
Until she might one day see her son hurt..
She now cries because she’s weak..
Then she counts the number of times she cried that week..
Anger consumes her as she makes her decision..
Her fingers tremble as she waits- the knife hovering in the air with desperation…
