I decided to go back to my husband after he promised that he would not hit again or demean me. I moved back in with him against the adivce of everyone. I wrote a poem about how I came to the decision.

On Saturday, you came to my job with my favorite flowers.

Resting all the powers upon me

Promising me the heavens above

you know all the things that made me

fell in love with you
 
Sunday, you gave me time to be a sponge

and absorb it all in

Monday, you had a little more to give in

always choosing public places

and

keeping the spaces

Allowing me to control the conversation

Tuesday, you became invisible again to me.

Wednesday, you showed me how desperately

you needed me

Thursday, you left me alone to be

in my own home

Friday, we made love

Saturday, you left again

Sunday, I moved in

Am I doing the right thing?

One Love