Physical abuse

TICK TOCK #2

TICK-TOCK

Quick check for dirty spots

TICK-TOCK

Another quick mop

TICK-TOCK

Must make sure the toothbrushes are in their assigned spots

TICK-TOCK

he’s on the dot

TICK TICK K-A-B-O-O-M

I… forgot to clean the clock

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When you meet her you would never know from her beaming face that she has been through hell and is still clawing her way out of it.

She can neither read or write and but is fortunate to have a job as a labourer. With this job as well as selling betelnut after work she manages to make ends meet and support her children.

She has an ex who won’t let go and prefers to sweet talk her into coming back with anything he can get his hands on. Its been years of constant physical, mental and verbal abuse.

She has taken out restraining orders but her ex does not adhere to them.

Recently he jabbed her in the thigh with a knife it would had been deeper had she not been standing behind a door forcing it to close while he swung wildly at her

I don’t know how to help her. Relocating her I think is not an option because she can not read or write and finding a job would be extremely difficult and I do not have the means to support her. We do not have welfare benefits in PNG so it seems like a dead end.

She had him arrested but is under immense pressure from his wantoks (relatives) to drop the charges and do away with the restraining orders.

I am moving to town in several days and I am very worried about her.

She lives in fear.

I feel like crap but don’t how else to help her.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I did not care. If I looked the other way. But I can’t so how the frig do I get rid of the guilt? The feeling of being useless and what do I do?

Sometimes life is so #$%&*.

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LOST

Lost

 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,

 

Hiding,

From terrors,

 undefined,

 

New friends,

Invisible

 to the ordinary eye,

 

Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,

 

Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,

 

places,

 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories

 S.E

‘For you I will’

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There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

A woman’s greatest anguish

Infidelity not a woman’s greatest anguish,
Hurting an innocent which was hers to keep,
Will bring her crashing to her knees,
Rage a creature forming within,
Madness oozing through cracks on her skin,
Caused by the lava like pain within,
Pricks of pain rip holes through soul and brain,
Hate streaming through her veins like a runaway train,
Torture, once never in her wildest dreams,
Dances in the brain like puppet on strings,
Even with the devil slain,
Pieces of the innocent she must collect and glue together again.

In the name of discipline

 

In the name of discipline

From curtain rod holders,

a six-year old swings,

On a chair a policeman sits,

shaking his head in disbelief,

He moves away to stop the itch,

to untie the baby hanging from two strings,

sand-filled buckets weighing down his feet,

bruises covering every inch,

ribs jutting out through his skin,

The neighbor says, “I had to ring,

when the child was nowhere to be seen

don’t know where his daddy’s been.”

Cop walks out taking his momma in,

She explains, “he always been a difficult kid,

so I was only giving him some discipline.”

iyabara©2010

Children are a gift from God!  They should be loved and cherished .