She searches the waters for her reflection
Searching for the days that used to be care free.
When she was happy. Hopeful. Enthusiastic.
The ripples contort her reflection,
but they still can’t hide the bruises.
She’s searching. Searching for answers.
Answers to why? Why whiskey is his oxygen?
Why he beats her? hates her? uses her?
They were happy. loving. living.
She holds onto the promises of tomorrow.
So she stares, deep into the waters.
Deep into her soul.
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