Dancing In The Rain

Ending the cycle

Crash �" thunder in the dark,

The mourning song of this skylark.

 

Tears tracing, tarnishing my bruised cheeks:

From beatings that punctuate the weeks.

 

The rhythm of his slaps and punches melding,

Becoming the soundtrack to my life �" dancing.

 

I dance in the rain, twirl in the storm,

Accept the drunken torrent as my norm.  

 

If he were gone, my dance would be done.

With sore, swollen feet, I reach for the gun.