In the closet she hides in fear,
stranger’s footsteps, quiet so she couldn’t hear,
the young woman’s eyes had been rooted
out of her hiding place,
now she was against the wall,
face to face,
sweat tickled her spine,
horrible memories stuck in rewind,
all trapped in her mind,
as this familiar stranger haunted her upbringing,
closed her eyes and she could hear the angels singing,
The stranger looked at her without turning his head,
sliding his eyes to the side as far as they would go,
puffy, and swollen and deeply red,
the beatings came, and she would hide it so well,
not even her mother had the courage to tell,
so the stranger beats and he beats,
he pounds and he pounds,
and freely as if there were no one around.
Her spiritual strength kept her alive,
and gave her motivation so she could survive,
But when the damage is done,
forgiveness, there is always none,
her heart is sadden, and her feelings sunk,
the morning comes, and the stranger is gone,
but he will come around the next time he’s drunk.