One, cold day in December...
The year was 1996
You walked into my life
Later on, with your kind, blue eyes,
...
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Absolutely love the last line. This is a heart wrenching poem that brought back memories of long ago when my mother and I were both physically abused by her third husband. She had the worst luck with men...bless her soul. I swore, never me and as a result it took 29 years of kissing toads to find my prince. I'm sorry that you and any woman must endure this abuse, but thanks to this poem some women may be empowered by your words and find the strenth to end it. Thanks for sharing this piece of your life with us. Peace and Happiness Dawn
You are so considerate to have posted this tragic part of your past. Domestic abuse is not gender specific....and happens in the most affluent of homes....the poverty striken.....and all points between. Let us hope that your message will somehow reach those so desperately in need of hearing its voice!