British Columbia, Canada
~* Won't You Come In And Talk For Awhile? *~
© Mysteria 03/2002
Play Remembering by Bruce de Boer
Theirs is a home on an average street,
Lace curtains, and pretty garden so neat.
Beyond the doorway all you’ll see,
is a woman living captive in misery.
She knows nothing else but feeling bad,
hiding behind sunglasses, feeling sad.
She walks with her shamed head bowed down,
hiding a beautiful face in a permanent frown.
Like Peter Pumpkin Eater, he kept her in,
her skin’s so pale; her body’s so thin.
No self-esteem, she’s lost her spark,
so very alone, living in that dark.
The PTA, the church, their friends,
would never guess from the message she sends.
She’s been held hostage, it was just the way,
until she finally had enough one day.
She had wanted to leave him before you know
but with no money, and a child where would she go?
One day she ducked as he threw at her a book.
He yelled, "Be quiet, sit there and look."
Well look she did, and inside was some hope.
Pages with testimonials of others starting to cope.
Right in her neighbourhood there was help at hand,
Women went there to escape, and take a stand.
She got up the nerve to go by there one day,
just wanting to look and never to stay.
She was greeted at the door by a woman with a smile,
“Won’t you come in and we'll talk for a while?”
Before she knew it she had told her tale,
constantly looking at her watch, biting her nails.
The woman hugged her and said, “You're welcome to stay here,
we'll help you through this, please have no fear.”
After a bit of therapy, and legal work she was now free,
so healthy and happy, were her son and she.
She greeted each day now with a great big smile,
healthy, confident and walking in style.
It was many years later, when she looked out the door,
where she now volunteered, but had stood once before.
She greeted a woman standing there with her big smile,
“Won’t you come in and we'll talk for awhile?”
~* For those enduring domestic abuse - know there is help *~
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: for every one that asketh receiveth, and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened, Matt. 7:7, 8.
~* Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people ." *~
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