Her wounds will never heal
if she's always dragged back
to those magnet claws.

Desires grown from
violently rocky soil
foments this nauseous addiction
to cologne that
deliberately induces asthma.

This despair of morning light,
of realisation and a choice:

to run in isolation
is to go back to the start
and face the bruises again.

And to be unshackled
from those magnet claws
is to step into the terrifying unknown,
of hope.

Written on 15/08/12, reflecting on the situations of some of the women who have come through the night-shelter who spend their lives going from one violent and abusive relationships to another and how difficult a cycle it must be to break.


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