The Struggle

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Sometimes as a victim of domestic violence you live in a lonely space. At such times the struggle to hope is life itself. The absence of the struggle is the absence of life. Fight to keep hope alive.

Now I am in a better place but that was my struggle. I share a poem from my book Splendor from Ashes  that is reflective of the struggle

The Ambush (2003)

You touched her kids,
you wounded her soul,
wracking her womb with pain,
and shook her well-worn faith.
Then leaky faucets finding gutters
on her freshly pleated face
gushed forth in insurrection,
the last stance of the damned.
Ungovernable thoughts, one-liners
race across her brain,
repetitious, torturous rituals
of excruciating pain.
Her eyes grow wide in knowing—
the knowing of the lost.

Splendor for Ashes by Ingrid Rizzolo 

 

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