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.
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 cameto the shelterShe was a sightfor sore eyes.Children in towa half-packed bag,Evidence of havingleft in a hurry.~The first orderof business,Hugs and comforting,Then hearing herstory, spilled withheartbreak and tears.~
He had unclothed herwith relentless criticism,Made her bleed,Inside and out,But there had beennothing remarkableabout him or his opinion,Because he had never curedany of her so-calledImperfections.~Somehow she had foundthat one remaining sparkle,That last glimmer of hope,Bringing her to this place ofwarm hearts and helping hands.She learned this was not her fault,That the so-called imperfectionsWere all his…~© 2013…
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