My Monday to Friday Job you’ll find me trying to make people smile no matter the challenge.
A story about a lady I met on a Monday. For many Monday is one of those days for me it’s an opportunity to lift their souls from darkness, despair and find a solution.
The Escape from Abuse by Luisa Natasha Parker
A life of abuse and powerlessness,
The numbing scars were carved,
On her face like a cave,
Weathered by a horrendous hurricane.
Trying to start again,
Dragging her weakened legs,
Step by step.
Only to find herself face to face with
Blunt knives that cut and
drained her defeated spirit
A solitary slice of cake left,
No family, no friends.
Her chest tightened,
Trying to swallow shallow deep breaths
as she took a hesitant step forward,
Accepting and open to finding the door to
The tears welled up behind her eyelids,
As she briefly recalled the memories,
And closed her eyes for a moment,
Just as the flashes of fire appeared,
How she had clutched the hands
of the faint hearted,
That trembled and
we’re weakened by Life,
as their backbones dropped,
An entire life loving spent,
At the bedside of others.
Defenseless, not able to walk alone.
She now felt trapped,
Searching for that embracing love,
As the racing thoughts bled into her mind,
Desperately searching for a breath of fresh air,
A key to unlock a new sense of
Behind her moment of caverns of darkness,
To shake the feeling of nakedness,
shattering the mirror
and the escape from abuse.