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He was passed out now
Drank himself into oblivion
It was her chance
Her children's
The moment had come
All of the planning
Saving
Stowing
Securing
Was coming to fruition
The continuous snow
Would cover their path
She figured
It was a mile
And a half
Down the hill
By sled
Pulling her children
Their belongings
To their freedom
This life-threatening storm
Was nothing
Compared with the storm
Raging inside her souls
Inside their life
Hers
And her children's
Inside the cold log cabin
They built along with their hopes
Their dreams
They were all dashed
smashed
crashed
bashed in
like her face
No more
No more
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Author Notes
I worked with abused women for 30+ years. This is a combination of their stories.
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