How do you play the odds

when you don’t know the risk?

A roll of the dice, a kiss on the lips,

A relationship, all smiles and bliss.

 

How do you know a promise won’t stick?

Silence surrounds, don’t talk about this—

 

Words hurt, but words are just words,

swallow your tears. Anxious, afraid,

you can do nothing right.

 

Silence surrounds, don’t talk about this—

Abuse…shh…abuse.

 

The scab becomes thick with bruises

disguised by a make-up stick.

Denial, so sorry. A promise to change,

and it may for a bit.

 

Silence surrounds, don’t talk about this—

Shh…abuse.

 

Then rage escalates and you wonder

how this could be, yet you can’t face it.

You begin to lose you.

 

Silence surrounds, don’t talk about this—

 

You cannot dismiss who you are,

the victim of someone you loved.

What do you do? Where do you go?

 

How could you know a promise

won’t stick? Can this be fixed?

 

Odds are against you.

Is this the life that you choose?

One in three, one in three women

abused.

Lorraine Walker Williams

About the poem: This poem was inspired by an article with the startling statistic that one in three women suffer abuse. As we are learning from the media, this spans age, economic class and ethnicity.