Taking Control

Her thoughts were her own

On the hospital bed,
Echoing words,
The things that he said

Control and cage you,
Break your soul to the core,
Say that he loves you,
Call you a slut and whore.

Her husband beside her,
Took his eyes from his book,
“Tidy your face girl.”
“You make me feel crook.”

It was then the door opened,
There stood a man,
He moved straight towards her,
Held out his hand.

The husband got angry,
Picked up his chair,
He threw it towards him,
But the man wasn’t there.

Her husbands last memory,
Was the pain in his head,
Pain of ribs broken,
He’d wished he was dead.

Returned to the room,
She had tears in her eyes,
He asked her no questions,
What ifs and no why’s.

He just held her hand,
As it shook and it shake,
He kissed it so gently,
No pain did it make.

For the rest of her time there,
He sat by her bed,
Telling her stories,
Of things they had said.

She swore then and there,
That never again,
Would a man have control,
Or drive her insane.

Whitesnakes do it better ......... When a man loves a woman.