Can't you hear nature's gentle call,

The birds chirping, the wind's soft sprawl.

But amidst the harmony, a cry does arise,

Your wife's tears falling, a heart's silent sighs.

Can't you see the anguish etched on her face,

The pain she endures, in your disgrace.

The wounds you inflict, the bruises you leave,

Can't you stop, can't you believe?

To use her, to hurt her, to break her soul,

Is to darken love's light, to lose control.

So leave her be, in her rightful place,

And go where your demons, your torment embrace.

In the fiery depths, where truth is clear,

Admit to yourself, your actions severe.

For to abuse is to lose, your humanity's sway,

In the inferno's grasp, where redemption may lay.

~Jesskya Bradbury~

Abuse is still happening today and it needs to be stopped! 🛑