A stillness has entered
the room, silence is what
she fears.
Her children away from
harm, the only thing she
holds dear.
Echoing footsteps
vibrate, and dishearten
her spine.
Her voice she seeks has
declined.
Her heart desists, her mind
paralyzed.
Her anger is strong, but her
will is outsized.
Self worth is depleted, she
has no choice except to
endure.
Her swollen cheek, has seen
the future.
Change has been sworn many
times, a fabrication thrown
against the wall.
There is no need to speculate,
what will befall.

Memories are locked inside her
mind, and forever will remain.
How can she stay sane, with
the sound of
Footsteps...
Footsteps...
Footsteps...
coming down the hall.

Footsteps © 2000 Annette Garnett