Her soul is fractured
Her heart has been tainted
love lost behind her
the devil has enjoyed it
her son lost to disease
her daughter turned to the streets
and the only man she trusts
has left her in the dust
with only the urge to give up
tears fall from her eyes
as she sits on the bench and cries
alone in a crowded room
colors fade from her vision
black and grey her weaving loom
as she tries to fight depression
no reason to live and yet she does
to spite everything even her vanquished love
a shadow of her former self, a shade
of deepening doom and darkened gaze
guarded against the horrors of the world
blind to the pleasures unfurled
but in the dark coems a hope
a slender color of golden rope
that maybe she can stop it
That perhaps it doesnt have to come again
She starts a group or two
that span the world, a multitude
of understanding and help
so that others who go through hell
know that they're not alone
That they have friends, a place in the heart
that they can call home
All because of one moment
The time she spent as a battered woman
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