While trying to find similar blogs to my own, I came across this poem. “Shelter girl” really gives perspective on the reality of domestic violence.

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Shelter Girl
Falling into the “and then some” category of this blog it never hurts to put this out there as a stark reminder or a source for help…
 ~
The day she came
to the shelter
She was a sight
for sore eyes.
Children in tow
a half-packed bag,
Evidence of having
left in a hurry.
 ~
The first order
of business,
Hugs and comforting,
Then hearing her
story, spilled with
heartbreak and tears.
~
He had unclothed her
with relentless criticism,
Made her bleed,
Inside and out,
But there had been
nothing remarkable
about him or his opinion,
Because he had never cured
any of her so-called
Imperfections.
 ~
Somehow she had found
that one remaining sparkle,
That last glimmer of hope,
Bringing her to this place of
warm hearts and helping hands.
She learned this was not her fault,
That the so-called imperfections
Were all his…
 ~
© 2013…

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