by Kimberly Richardson

Created on: November 25, 2009   Last Updated: November 28, 2009

She summed up enough courage to leave him

As if throwing out her books

From their apartment was not enough

For her to finally strike back against him.

Looking around the cold yet sun-filtered room

She found herself occupied by past memories

When laughter was common and scent of oranges

Captivated her constantly. But now

Her stomach hurts and her vision is blurry from tears,

She is locked in silent gratitude that the pain,

Emotional,

Has yet to come.

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