I first saw this poem, many years ago. I admit it’s been some times since I’ve seen it since. This afternoon, I saw a friend had posted it on Facebook. It reminded me of when I was the battered wife. When I had a messed up life. This is a pretty good illustration of why it’s called the “Cycle of Violence”. Silence is its deadly friend. Speaking-out is key to its end.
I got flowers today. It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said – because he sent me flowers today.I got flowers today. It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day. Last night he threw me into a wall and then started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare but you wake up from nightmares to find that they aren’t real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.I know he must be sorry – because he sent me flowers today.I got flowers today. And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me. Makeup and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time.I couldn’t go to work because I didn’t want anyone to know. But I know he is sorry – because he sent me flowers today.I got flowers today and it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me again and it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money? I’m afraid of him and too scared to leave him! But he must be sorry – because he sent me flowers today.I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral. Last night he finally killed me. I was beaten to death.If only I would have gathered enough courage and strength to leave him.So I got flowers today – for the very last time.