Will you accept your role and the part that you played
all those years that you looked away
pretended that all was well and things were okay
even though you knew she lived with fear each night and day?
She’s moved on now. Left and built a life
but her children remember your part in those times of strife.
The scars that patched the wounds have healed with time
and taught her true family isn’t always about blood lines.
You see a home that is broken but they’re happy and safe
no more fear or violence in that lonely cold place.
Sometimes it has to break, then unbreak and be whole
Would things have been different if you’d taken on a better role?
Because we all have the power to act against abuse.