His Voice

In my youth
good looks and lust is what I was after
little good that did me
pain and sorrow he would cause
broken promises to return to
over and over no place to go
for safety and refuge from abuse and shame
only to find me. again and again
how could he use his hands to quiet me
where is the strength, I need to get up once more
he said he loved me then, strike me no more
years turn to decades, mine eyes cannot see
but my ears hearken to a voice who beckon me,you deserve better
be the best you can be, his voice touched me
in places I knew not
this person, I have not forgot
his voice echoes in my soul
and so, I must live
to find his voice again...

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