-Linda Lee Lyberg
The red cloud of anger hovers
I cower beneath your stare
Your fingers grip me tighter
To flee from impending harm.
With your fiery inquisition
As I struggle to search for words
In order to ease your disposition.
At last, the red cloud eases
As your fingers loosen their hold
Relief floods in, overwhelms me
Your anger has gone cold.
Your eyes once again clear
As your touch becomes tender
I cringe as well in this moment
For you expect me to surrender.
Copyright © 2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Many, many years ago, I was in an abusive relationship. I was one of the fortunate ones who survived. Many don’t.