Domestic Violence

Something deep down in your soul shatters the first time your husband puts his hands on you. It’s more then the action of him hitting or choking you.
I’ve dealt with verbal and mental abuse for years now, but today it became physical. As I sit here replaying it over and over again in my head. His hands around my neck, he punching me in the side of the head and cheek; the sheriff coming and being to big of a coward to press changes; and I do what I’ve never understood… I stay.
Because I have nowhere else to go, no education outside of one year of college, no degree to lean on. No family to help me out, no job, no home, no car. It’s all his and I have nothing.
And I know it will happen again. This won’t be the last.


Wrap Me Up In Your Lyrics and Song

I find myself alone again, wondering aimlessly with no destination.
Songs from my playlist go on and on; a lullaby my momma never sung, the sweet sounds of how everything will be ok; Songs about changing, songs about being afraid to change, songs about something more, songs about desperation. They sing to me, they coax me along, bring me back to center and make me thank God for music and the impact it has in my life. Thank you God for the words of these songs wrapping me up tight when I have no others to do so.