In hopes that you dont come home,
I live in fear everyday,
I shiver at the first sound,
of "Honey, Im on my way."

My joy comes from the front door closing,
when I know I have at least 8 hours,
of freedom from you and your hate,
and from all of your powers.

A slight movement and I protect myself,
from you and your fists,
it may be only a sneeze,
and not truly your hits.

I hate to live in fear,
each and every day,
Id be dead and buried,
if you had your way.

Why dont you let me go,
I really dont understand,
is it because I slave over you,
or is it my gentle hand?

I loved you once
I really truly did,
But I dont really know why you treat me like this
Im the mother of your kids.

One day Ill find some strenght,
Ill be gone dont you see,
Watch out my husband,
you'd better leave me be...
Signed, Ready to fly the coop