Taking Flight

She's surrounded by light and sits all alone;
Praying for a call to come in,  on her phone.
It's been 10 days and 7 hrs, a thousand years;
Her mind keeps replaying all her worst fears.
Little clues initially not recognized, now so plain;
Her eyes once shut are open now, and filled with pain.
The texts and calls she thought were "just because";
were actually his way of tracking her and where she was.
The two sided compliments, she always took in stride;
were actually sly ways to change her, from the inside.
Causing her to second guess and worry much;
about her clothes, hair, weight, friends and such.
The drunken night violence, yells, push and shove;
next day "I'm sorry"'s and "it's you that I love".
The bruises and marks that became so hard to hide;
making him happy-impossible, no matter how hard she tried.
The daily inspections and his 'taking', she had no escape;
her mind and body, he did nothing but pillage and rape.
Heart and soul broken, she possessed so little fight;
only the kindness of strangers, giving her strength to take flight.
The bruises now yellowed and the scars beginning to heal;
A measure of relief in tears, down her cheeks spill.
From the police detective a call finally comes in;
arrested and charged, going away a long time, she'll not suffer his abuse; EVER again.  
 
 
 
(this was written in memory of local young woman who lost her life, a victim of spousal abuse)