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If… Written: October 16, 2005
He'd said all along he would be by her side- And he hadn't intentionally lied. Every week was busier than the one before- Work was crazy, but he was just getting his foot in the door! Through the hustle and bustle of his everyday life- He'd occasionally forget to say "I love you" to his wife". And there were times he'd miss his son Tommy's little league games- But he only had himself to blame. Family first was his intention, but he never followed through- He was always too busy with other stuff to do. But now, as he sits in his chair- He wishes he'd "really" have been there. If he could have just one more chance- He would show his wife a little more romance. If she would just walk through that front door- He would promise to do every household chore. And his son! God little Tommy! What he wouldn't give to see him now! If he was here, he'd take him to a baseball game and pray he'd catch a foul! If this… If that… If he hadn't been in such a rush one night after work- If he hadn't yelled at his wife and been such a jerk! She wanted to go out for dinner- Merely because Tommy's little league team was a winner. SO he rushed around, not really wanting to go out- But tired of arguing and watching her pout. They had dinner, but he was still angry and they fought some more- Yelling at one another as they slammed the car doors. With everyone in, he started the car and drove away- Hoping she didn't have any more to say. But she started in about how he's never there- And didn't even seem to care- With that he looked her direction and said she was getting on his nerves- At that moment the car began to swerve. Tommy screamed first, then his wife- That's how he remembers the worst night of his life. When he came to- Doctors gave him the news. He had lost his wife and son- And now another challenge had begun. Mr. Hustle and Bustle would now be wheelchair bound- The crash had paralyzed him from the neck down. If only he could take back that night- If there was anything to make things right. If this… If that…
©2005 Candice M. Martin
Out Of The Darkness
Written: January 11, 2006
She ran, but darkness seemed to engulf her-
Trying to focus her eyes to the darkness, they only blurred.
Her head was racing-should she go straight?
How she felt like walking bait!
If she turned and went back-
Would he be waiting there ready to attack?
Clothes torn, body bruised-
Feeling alone and confused-
Out of the darkness she came
Bloody and in need-
Looking to wash away his dirty deed.
Broken and no longer in control-
He’d just taken her soul.
One man’s evil act-
Scar’s that can never be taken back.
Out of the darkness she came-
Yet, inside it forever she remains.
Where is the light she seeks?
Why is he still walking the streets?
She fears everything and is no longer alive-
There is no will to survive.
He’s coming back to finish his deed-
She knows he wants to see her bleed.
Windows nailed shut, doors double locked, -
In this hell he has her blocked.
She don’t go out, and no one comes in-
For fear of it happening again.
He took all her will that night-
And now she no longer wants to fight.
She will just hide from the world, keeping everything inside-
Because to her, the night he raped her, she died.
Nothing seems to make her feel clean-
So it’s better to not be seen.
Out of the darkness she came
Bloody and in need-
Looking to wash away his dirty deed.
Broken and no longer in control-
He’d just taken her soul.
One man’s evil act-
Scar’s that can never be taken back.
Out of the darkness she came-
Yet, inside it forever she remains.
©2006 Candice M. Martin
When Eyes Closed
Written: April 4, 2006
Beaten and broken-
Dismantled and disheveled-
Little girl once skittish and hidden-
Released a secret said to be so forbidden.
They tried to destroy her memories-
Claiming they could not be!
Long ago healed wounds still cut deep-
The worst come when eyes close to sleep.
Dreams resulting only in screams-
Trapped in the past is how it seems.
As memories come of him wanting to play-
Then suddenly she’ll awake to a new day.
Trinkets of terror-
She is now the bearer.
Memories once her saving grace-
Everything they wanted to erase-
They’ve now become what she wishes to forget-
For when eyes close, they are the biggest threat.
Eyes open, eyes close-
Their darkness only she knows.
Look forward, look back-
Huddled in closets, hiding from the attack.
Blackened and bruised-
Body beaten and used.
Abuse taken because thought due-
Too much hell to be put through.
When eyes closed-
Others pretended that no bruises showed.
No teachers bothered to step in nor look-
When eyes closed; no actions would be took.
Child grew to woman and remained punching bag-
As if her battered body was not a warning flag.
But when eyes close-no one else sees what she sees-
Merely a broken spirit longing to be free.
To others, outward she appears fine-
Of this shattered woman, there is no sign.
But that is expected when eyes close-
Her trinkets of terror, she knows-
Are here to stay.
At least their terrors go away-
When eyes close…
©2006 Candice M. Martin
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