Running away


Mary considered running away

She thought about it every day since the first punch

That Sunday when he came home drunk, and lunch wasn’t on the table

Afterwards he was sorry of course

Showing great remorse as he helped her sweep roast beef and carrots off the floor

His mind was going mad he said, ever since he’d been laid off

He thought it was a job for life,

How could he take care of his house, his family, his wife?

He started going for a pint on Thursdays with the lads, then Fridays,

Over to John’s house for a game of cards

‘We only had a few cans’ he said, when he came home at 4am

And stumbled into bed

The following week, she pretended she was asleep

When he tripped and fell in a heap in the hallway

She heard him curse and swear as he staggered into the bathroom ‘Oh balls’

Then the emptying of his bladder,

like the thunder of Niagra Falls

‘Are you awake?’ he slurred, as he dropped on to the bed

Then he punched her in the head

Next morning his mind was blank, could not remember how much he had drank

Couldn’t remember coming home completely pissed

Asked her about her black eye and the bruises on her arms and wrists

Then broke down and cried when he realised, that he had battered her once more

Leaving her battered on the bedroom floor.

He begged her to forgive him, said he’d rather lose a limb

Than hurt a hair on her head

That was a week before he broke her ribs, left her for dead

She lost another baby. Maybe it was for the best his mother said

She didn’t mean to be unkind, but Mary couldn’t find it in her heart to forgive

But she’d seen through the lies, recognized the bruises, the excuses

She’d seen it all before. She could read between the lines

But she chose to ignore the signs of history repeating itself

The legacy passed on, from father to son

She had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide

So she stayed, she lied; to the world; to herself

Every minute, every hour, every day, every year

Only giving in to the tears at night in the dark

After he had left his mark, where no one could see

Praying to God just to be free

When he died, she had cried tears of relief not grief

But now the circle continued

She knew he was no good. It was in the blood

She thought about Mary everyday

Prayed that she’d have the courage to run away.

About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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2 Responses to Running away

  1. Gosh, it must be the worst, being in an abusive relationship and with someone who’s a drunk and can’t remember what he’s done. Ugh.

    J.L. Campbell – The Character Depot | A-Z Challenge Co-Host

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