This poem is about starting over as so many in today’s

society finds themselves doing

Kneeling to Pick up the Broken Pieces

Starting over is something I never planned on doing

Bringing my husband to court for battery, who I end up suing

For the pain, broken bones and abuse I have taken

The thought of getting out of that relationship

was a constant undertaking

So here I am on my knees picking up my shattered dreams

I still have nightmares of my husband’s silhouette behind the screen

I often find myself hurrying to prepare dinner in fear of being yelled at

It’s going to take some getting used to, knowing he is not coming back

Making plans and putting my life back together

With these tough times ahead I hope I can withstand the weather

For the first time I will be paying the bills and I will be independent

My friends tells me I can do this, and for me to remain confident

Making this transition has taken a lot out of me physically

I hope I can wake up each morning ready, to face society

After coming out of what I have being through every woman knows it is not easy

As many women have died, so I guess I am one of those,

who are considered lucky.