Crack.
Straight to the floor with her hands immobile to catch her.
Another bruise to hide,
But she keeps moving on.
She waits until the footsteps are down the hall.
She picks up all the broken glass on the floor,
Making sure hes asleep before she picks up the kids
Collects her keys and heads for the door.
Driving down the empty hallway,
She wonders what is on her childrens minds.
Straight through a stop sign,
Ignoring the roads white lines.
Theres a neon sign in the distance.
Hope shines through the dirty window.
Behind her is the fatal blow,
But hope is finally shining through.
Sunglasses on her face,
And a long sleeved shirt on her children.
No matter how hard the days will become,
She cant turn back, she needs to run.
Freedom.
Safety in the eyes of the one that gave her life.
She turns her back on the one that destroyed her soul,
Turning her face towards the golden sun.
