I helped start a Dv shelter in the 70’s. This poem is done so well. I remember counseling the women, writing briefs, taking pictures of injuries, taking them to the hospital, feeding the kids. This was my second job. I was a psych nurse too. I can’t begin to tell you the stories I heard, but I will tell you this…of the hundreds of women who passed through my life, I lost two. They didn’t listen and the men killed them. My heart has never recovered. This is such an amazing poem. Truth that flows like a brook.
idealisticrebel 
OMGee I am so honored that this poem struck such a cord with you. I as a victim of dv (now free and happily remarried) and my daughter murdered due to dv I have such compassion and fear for those caught up in the horror so I write about it sometimes. Unfortunately most of what I write on dv and child sexual abuse is true, I thank you and am honored that you reblogged. Thank you .