Women's Fiction


Excerpts & Poems



There’s a peaceful moment, a hidden place,

I swoon to after a forceful blow to my face.

 A safe abode of escape in my mind,

free from all the misery and pain;

away from the desecrated way he drove

me insane.

He changed who I use to be,

from a strong courageous woman to a weak subservient,

being who is no longer me.

My soul is entangled, weighed down in his chain of abuse

sustaining bruises, emotional scars

and verbal degradation he would use.

There is no safe place, nowhere from him to hide,

I cry alone, isolated from the world outside.

This man once loved me, once held me with care;

never lifting his fist to me, his foot, nor raising

his voice, he wouldn’t dare.

Outside of my mind, no place is safe for me to run.

I put on a mask amongst others,

my family and friends I shun.

They wouldn’t understand why I allowed this

to go on this way.

How I could stand his abuse day after day.

Perhaps it’s love, the children or that deep inside

I believe he’s a different man.

Or somehow it’s my fault even though I’ve done

the best I can.

Please, don’t criticize me. I’m already confused.

You may not understand,

There is not safe place for me until you’ve walked in my shoes.