In the depths of darkness there is always light

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In the depths of darkness there is always light

In the depths of darkness, a story unfolds,
A tale of love twisted, where abuse takes its hold.
She was just nineteen, he was twenty-eight,
Their love turned to torment, sealing her fate.

At the eighth week, they moved in as one,
But by week sixteen, bruises had begun.
He promised it was a mistake, it wouldn't recur,
But the cycle of violence, she would soon endure.

Three beatings passed, a change of scenery sought,
But the love she held onto was all for naught.
The abuse returned, yet he apologized, pleading,
Claiming it was love, an excuse so misleading.

In cycles, his strange love would ebb and flow,
With intensity growing, love was a twisted show.
After years, he proposed, a wedding in sight,
But as the day neared, her heart grew heavy with fright.

No ring for her, only one on his hand,
A fortune she spent, a cheap ring she withstands.
Forbidden from a hen party, his stags were a thrill,
He returned with a black eye, drunk, devoid of goodwill.

Eve of the wedding, he vanished from sight,
Returning for the party, her fears took flight.
A mistake was clear, but she felt trapped in despair,
Hoping the new start would bring love and repair.

They exchanged vows as November grew cold,
But by New Year's, her head was smashed, a truth untold.
New homes they moved, hoping for change,
Yet his sickness brought more abuse, so strange.

He became sick, maybe his love would become true, a glimmer of hope shone through,
But the darkness prevailed and the violence it grew.
With a cushion pressed, six punches landed hard,
She lost teeth, but no dentist, no healing regard.

Moves continued, promises of a better life,
But lies prevailed, cutting her like a knife.
One night, his friend called the police to the door,
After she cried for help, her pain they could no more ignore.

He spent the night in cells, a brief respite,
But she forgave, unable to press charges and fight.
Years went by, the cycle persisted each day,

At thirty-six, she packed a bag, seeking escape,
But he locked in a room for three days, her life in a tape.
Fear kept her tethered, another year endured,
Until a true friend saw the truth that she obscured.

A plan was made to vanish, to break free,
But his rage was unleashed, he wanted her not to be.
In the scorching shower, she screamed for her life,
Her ribs breaking, a horrific strife.

Her phone in hand, the last call dialed,
To her dear friend, the truth she compiled.
The police arrived, taking him away,
But the threats and stalking persisted, even when at bay.

Now at forty-four, she stands strong, survived,
Rebuilding her life, her confidence revived.
With the support of family, friends, and MyCWA,
She found sanctuary, her fears washed away.

To those who suffer in silence, hear this plea,
There is a way out, there is a path to be free.
With help and guidance, the darkness can fade,
Reach out to MyCWA, they'll lend you aid.

Never forget, in the midst of despair,
There are those who care, who'll always be there.
Break the chains that bind, embrace the light,
Domestic abuse no longer has to be your fight.
So stand tall and take some glory, there’s no better time to #changethestory