I always wondered why she never stood up to this monster of a man she called her husband as he daily mentally, physically and emotionally abused her and the fruits of her womb…

I always wondered why she would stand transfixed as the fruits of her womb were beaten senseless …

I always wondered why her eyes were so sunken and why life would seem to drain out of them with each episode of violence…

I always wondered why she kept quite…

I always wondered why she never left…

Now I have a Glimpse . . .

Now I don’t wonder anymore…

I have a slight glimpse of the brokenness abuse can inflict on the human psychie…

I have a slight glimpse of the numbness and the deadness abuse leaves in its wake…

I have a slight glimpse as to why she always stood transfixed…

I have a slight glimpse of why she never left…

I have a slight glimpse of why she stayed…

Why she now smiles . . .

I also have a slight glimpse of how she got her smile back …