Cracked Windows

Within the cracked windows lies the pain,
The soul bled under the strain.
The inner light refused to shine,
A vale of hatred is mine.
I don't recall a day,
When his love came my way.
All the times he battered,
The child's cries had not mattered
He fought his demon's violating the child,
Used, abused and defiled.
Drunk on power and the glory,
Thus being another abusive story.
She grew choosing to be strong,
Without love and a place to belong.
Showing him even with the cracked pane,
She too strong to shatter from the strain.
With tenderness she holds her child,
Blessed assurance as she smiled.
Swearing her children would know love,
Not shattered from an abusive cruel shove.