What Hope? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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What Hope?

He left her broken body,
their child a silent mess,
the landlord has no patience,
her friends have closed her out,
the family turned away.
They’d warned her of the prospects,
lectured long and hard,
for better or worse it’s her bed now,
but her shoulders are bowed with strain.
She worries for their child,
what love is this?
What hope?
The food is running low,
though a stranger gave her money,
enough till welfare day almost,
but will there always be tomorrow,
will there be a birthday too?
Should she take back the bruises?
at least he brought her bread.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

63 Comments

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63 responses to “What Hope? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A beautiful tragic poem.

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  2. Very sad and all too real for many.

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  3. Such a powerful write. You would think the decision to leave is an easy one, but it never is.

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  4. Heart breaking on so many levels. Well penned.

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  5. Too much domestic violence. Glad you made it to the other side, Paul….even if with scars to bear.

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  6. Moving.
    So much violence…

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  7. News is that murder rates among domestic abuse victims here in the United States who now have nowhere else they can afford to go are skyrocketing. The man in whose home I am spending this week offers this room as shelter to at-risk women in transition. Thank you for telling this story.

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  8. Beautifully sad. And what some are faced with. The decision to return to the abuse to survive for oneself and children or struggle and fear that failure. Which is not failure but strength. That is something that so many do not realize.

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  9. Sad to think this is not an uncommon situation.

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  10. It takes courage to reveal scars. And thank god, Paul, these are scars and not festering wounds. What I see beyond the scars is a loving, empathetic soul and that is what matters now. Thank you so much for sharing this.

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  11. Far too many go through this kind of thing. My parents, especially my father, were nuts and abusive.

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  12. it is hard to leave the familiar – the heart is conditioned to forgive repeatedly

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  13. ouch, well said, pairs with my reblog a silent voice …. I pray for an end to all violence!

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  14. You have captured a mother’s dilemma with such sensitivity. My children’s father was never, ever abusive but this poem resonates with me, especially the fear of an unknown future, the devil and deep blue sea of compromise, that can hold one hostage. I’m also saddened to hear you write from personal experience of this.

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  15. Paul,
    So raw and well written.
    Tough choices in the life of so many. This so well describes a survivor’s spirit before “making” it. This is deep in the process.

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  16. Sad poem, almost too real.

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  17. Very powerful and moving. Thank you.

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  18. Wow, Paul! So raw and powerful!! Beyond sad the way civilization handles social issues like this and so many others, but I think you and I both know where tracing this back to leads to?? This was so moving! Sounds like you’ve brushed shoulders with this issue??? Thanks so much for sharing!!

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  19. Very sad and painfully true 😦

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  20. lync56

    Wow so powerful – well said

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