The Lady in the Mirror

Abused and beaten wives

THE LADY IN THE MIRROR 

I look at the lady in the mirror and I sigh

A sigh of regret, a sigh of pain

Joyful days of her I can barely remember

Why? Cause tears and pain seemed to be what I now know of her

Appalled and broken is what has now become of her

I watch tears roll down her skin prickling her bruised cheeks and my heart breaks

I see her body tremble and shudder not in response to the weather 

As the case should be 

But in fear of the monster

Her life’s HE

My heart bleeds knowing how she feels

Worthless and deranged worth nothing than even a pin

A Valueless and meaningless self is all she sees 

Believing his numerous hurtful words

And never thinking she worth more 

Or ever will

I cry bitterly watching her too shaken and hurt

Held down by the shackles of his endless punches 

And his words of her uselessness 

It hurts to see that she doesn’t even see the need to run

And believes that by miracle he might change

It saddens my very being to see her beaten down and broken

Tortured and tormented, left to either survive or die

My heart falls when I see what has become of her

She was the once beautiful flower that blossomed in spring

But now all I can say of her is

 a dried flower hanging on and waiting to be blown away by the wind.

I weep when I wonder what will become of her

What will become of the lady in the mirror?

What will become of me?