Monday, October 1, 2012

A Broken Dream

                                                         When she was a little girl
                                                          she had a beautiful dream
                                                          to live in a grown up world                                     
                                                          and wake up feeling like a queen

                                                         She dreamed of a happy home
                                                         with a family by her side
                                                         a wonderful, loving family
                                                         to fill her heart with pride

                                                         She never dreamed of the bad
                                                         as a child she never knew
                                                         of the black and blue bruises
                                                         each day she carried that grew

                                                         Somewhere in her confused mind
                                                         she knew something was very wrong
                                                         but the loving, devoted wife
                                                         still dreamed of a happy home

                                                         Like the timid, little girl
                                                         she blamed herself in part
                                                         for not doing as she should
                                                         to please her husband's heart

                                                         She did everything he wanted
                                                         she folded his laundry just right
                                                         cooked his meals on time
                                                         hoping the flames wouldn't ignite

                                                         Each day the scars grew
                                                         and the secrets she held within
                                                         each time he said I love you
                                                         I promise it won't happen again
                                                         Her closet became a refuge
                                                         a sleeping, little girl in her bed
                                                         the mornings she awakened to
                                                         held nothing more than dread

                                                        A battle was constantly brewing
                                                        inside her troubled mind
                                                        she was so very tired
                                                        just wanting to leave it behind

                                                       A dream is not meant to be broken
                                                       but it shattered one dark day
                                                       she took that dreaded step
                                                       and did it anyway

                                                       Susie Swanson, 2011

This is a repost from October, 2011.. As some may already know, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I wrote this poem with this in mind and the many people that are afflicated by it in one way or another. I can honestly say, I'm one of the lucky ones and have never been a victim of Domestic Violence in any way, shape or form..I come from a loving family and I have been married to the most loving man I could have ever found for almost forty two years..
There's so many people out there that suffers some form of abuse in one way or another everyday.. It's a sad world we live in and it seems to be getting worse everyday.. So this is for them, May God Comfort you and keep you in his safe arms through out your days.. God Bless Each One, Susie


  1. Susie, this is so wonderfully written. Your words portray the heartbreak, the self blame, the decision to leave with power and poignancy.

    1. Thank you Susie.. That's what I wanted the reader to get but it could've went either way..It so often does.

  2. The ending could have multiple interpretations. Was that intentional?

  3. Very sad but well written poem, Susie.

  4. Susie,
    It is so special of you to write this poem for those that are hurting in some way or another. I also feel for the broken hearted. Maybe you comforted someone with your words today. You are a kind person with good intentions for all. I can't believe you've been married 42 years, that is amazing.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

    1. I hope so Sheri. Yes it will be 42 on the 10th.. I can't believe it sometimes myself..Time sure has a way of flying by.Thank you so much.

  5. Thank you Susie, I saw too much as a child growing up. Then as a young mother. I raised my daughter's to speak their minds, to be kind. If their husbands would be cruel, they must leave or the mate must get counseling. I would never want my daughter's to live my old life. Only a controlling person would not talk things through and settle on a mutual agreement. Smiles, Susie

    1. I'm so very sorry Susie for what you must have went through.. Yes I agree, we need to teach our children to know the difference at an early age.. God Bless you

  6. Very well said! My heart goes out to those who have suffered so.

  7. Beautifully's so sad that there are children, young and old, who must endure this type of suffering. My heart goes out to them...