Tuesday 19 March 2013

THE SOLITARY LIFE OF A BATTERED WIFE






She fell down on her knees
Her brown skin felt like it was on fire
She could still hear her ears ringing
The after effect of multiple slaps on her face
The bruises on her face stung her
She tried not to cry
Tears would cause her more pain
Crying would only worsen her pain
This feeling…so familiar
She knew she should run
But she wondered where her destination would be
She was tired of been found
Tired of been caught
She leaned forward
And then she moved closer to the pillar before her
Her head felt woozy
She couldn’t hear a thing now
The ringing sound had stopped
As her head hit the cold pillar
She could feel her torn clothes tear even more
She was tired
Exhausted
Broken
She had lost count of the years
The bruises
The scars
The sprains
The fractures
Inflicted by the man she once loved
The substance-addicted man of her youth
The man she called her mate
The man…her worst nightmare
She wanted to run
She tried but couldn’t
She wanted to scream
She really wanted to but couldn’t
No one believed her tale
He seemed like the replica of a dove
A good actor he was
The man was a dragon on the inside
They all thought she was lucky
Perfect
And privileged
So many envied her
How would she prove her story is real?
Who would listen to her tale?
Who would respect her words of truth?
He was the perfect liar!
The worst husband
And also the famous philanthropist
Her heart ached badly
The solitary life of a battered wife
The wealth could no longer make her smile
It no longer brought warmth
Neither did it bring her protection
Her childlessness hunted her daily
It created an invisible tag in her world
Redemption seemed far
Her story tasted bitter in her mouth
But there was no place to vomit
So she was left to swallow and remain silent
The luxury gowns hid them all
The beautiful jewelry covered them all
The cuts
The bruises
The scars
A tale well hidden
She lacked the urge to look in a mirror
Her beauty was the least of her worries
But it meant a lot to him
So proper arrangements were put in place for that
She no longer had cause to smile
Her face was well “botoxed” with lack of feelings for him
Her heart was a cold as ice
Life meant nothing anymore
She fantasied about a special kind of slumber
A slumber so sweet
A slumber that would never end
An escape from all the hurt
The pains
All the unhappiness
Away from a false life
Away from this plastic world
His loud snore forced her back to reality
It brought back her sense of hearing
The snore was all too familiar
It always came after the battering
A conclusion to the nightmare
The summary of the drama
The story of her life
The solitary life of a battered wife




By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

DEAF EARS





Closed ears
Deaf ears
Functional
Yet unyielding
Stubbornness
Nonchalance
Inaudible words
Words of truth
Words of advice
Advice from a loved one
A loved one who truly loves you
Please listen!
Drop the act!
Turn around and listen!
Hear me cry
I say it out of love
Listen to me!
Don’t let me watch you take the wrong turn
Don’t make me watch you make a mistake
I really do care
Listen to my words!
I truly care
It matters to me
Your good is my good
Your mistakes are my burdens
Burdens of guilt
The “I would haves”
The “I could haves”
The “I should haves”
Save me from this pain
Just turn around and listen
Do the right thing
Be less stubborn
Stop shunning the truth
Look around you
I see the letters on the wall
Turn around and see the handwriting on the wall
Listen to some of the whispers
There is truth in them
Please do me this one last favor
Just listen!
Make my wish come true
I love you
I need you to listen
I can't take it anymore
I SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then you walk away




By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

Out Through A Window






Silence
Fear
Shock
Confusion
Eyes open wide
Very wide
The journey seemed long
The sight of the white clouds
The sunlight stinging his eyes
The wind so strong
His body descending
Flashes of his life's drama
All caused by a silly fight
A little shove that seemed harmless
A missed step
A broken window
Shattered glass
Loss of balance
And then the journey began
The wind deafened his ears
The speed was strangely comforting
The flashes continued
It was all happening so fast
But all seemed paused
His heart pounded hard
And then a pause
He knew it was more than a pause
This was a stop
The movie of his life would soon be over
He wanted more but…




By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

Time For A Revolution





Why me?
So far from me
Oh no!
I need to run
Flee and disappear
Never to reappear
No more insight
An unapologetic flight
My fears
My tears
My worries
They seem to be consuming the better part of me
I shall sail!
I shall flee!
I wail
I cry
Yet I feel no tear drop
My throat remains dry
I croak
I feel pain
I wish for the rain
I wish to taste cool aqua
To wet my dry tongue
To wash away my pain
I will try
I will stay put
I contemplate
And then I feel the rain
It gently washes away the pain
I gasp
I moan
I can taste the refreshing liquid
I roll my dry tongue
I savour its chill
I clench my fist and fall on my knees
In the puddle I kneel
 I scream!
“My weary being be healed!”
So refreshing
So good
This must be the right choice
A choice to make things right
Erase the thoughts of flight
Fix my present
And create a future so bright
The wetness around me causes a rush of inspiration
This downpour…so sweet and arousing
I yield!
No more escape
I’ll face the challenge
No more questions why
No more plot for revenge
No more self-pity
It is time
Time to make a change
My life I would rearrange
This is my resolution
It is time for a revolution

By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013