by S.D. West

Created on: September 26, 2008

The Scars Remain

His eyes were as a stranger,
tho' husband of seven years,
father of my children gone crazy.
Breathless from his kick
I crumpled to the floor
and curled into a fetal position
to protect the new life
within my womb.

My heart turned dread with fear
knowing that he could kill me;
This stranger, this madman
I had married,
this boy next door
I so innocently loved
when we were young
now this criminal,
my children and I
his victims.

"I'm sorry," he cried as he hugged me
and wept in my arms,
"please forgive me,
it won't happen again,"
I knew he didn't mean it,
he had no control.
The peaceful times never lasted,
after all those years of lies
and living under fear
it was time to go.

And so I ran, alone and afraid,
my little boy's voice faintly calling
"Mommy, can I come with you?"
I could not say yes, I was terrified
of what his father would do
if I tried to take the children.
I just knew I had to get away,
somehow I would get my children back,
I prayed with all my heart
for God's angels to protect them.

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