LEOetry “Out The Door”

Out the Door

 

The dispatch phone rang when you called for help today,

You needed us there, but didn’t have much to say.

 

You called because you knew it was time,

The journey up a difficult ladder you have started to climb.

 

You had enough, and called for the help of a stranger,

            To protect yourself from anymore danger.

 

We have never met, but many times I have seen the same pain,

            Your tears run down that blackened eye like tiny drops of rain.

 

You have tried to leave before, but were promised it would never happen again,

            Praying to God that it would be true, with a sincere amen.

 

I have a lot of questions that will be hard for you to answer,

            About the hell you have been living, growing like cancer.

 

I received this call from others so many times before,

            So many like you praying to walk out that door.

 

I am listening to every single word that you say,

            Hoping that this will be your liberating day.

 

I want you to know that what happened fills me with rage,

That I can not show, keeping it in my cage.

 

Please understand there is much more I wish I could do,

            I will not say this, because it will not help you.

  

I promise I will place my piece perfectly in this chain,

            I wish, but cannot, take away your pain.

 

Be strong, be wise, and leave, you have committed no sin,

            The room becomes silent, I could hear the drop of a pin.

 

I could see that your lifetime was running through your head,

            Taking in our words, and thinking of what had been said.

 

Thank you for listening, can I give you a ride,

            That is when I saw something in you stir inside.

                                   

Your eyes meet mine, as you pick your bag from the floor,

            Turning with a smile, as you finally walked out the door.

 


As a former patrol officer, domestic violence was all too common.  The victims extended to children. Every now and then there was a victory in that darkness.  I am not an expert on this topic, and my only wish is that I had a magic wand to erase these terrible situations, but I do not, but I have a keyboard and a blog. 

This is what drove this poem.  Thank you for taking a look.

 

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