Denial

I saw my friend today,
Her eyes two circles of purple,
Her cheeks were puffed and swollen,
And bore a mark which resembled,
An unfinished tattoo,
Her broken hand was held up,
By a string from her shoulder.

I felt the anger begin within me,
Rushing upward,
Like a raging inferno,
As I asked,
“Who did this to you?’’
But the anger receded,
To make room for pity,
As the swollen lips parted,
To reveal a loose tooth,
And she looked at me and said,
“Oh I fell!”

Author: marvaseaton

Marva Seaton is a Mom, Author, Blogger, and Poet. She is passionate about issues concerning woman and tries to highlight stories of those suffering abuse. She strongly believes in fairness, equality, and the empowerment of women. View all posts by marvaseaton