By Patty L. Fletcher
There they stand on the river’s edge,
Their love and bond they forever pledge.
Their walk here tried and true,
Tossing rose petals for lives old and new.
The wind blows them downstream,
The current carries them away on broken wing.
The heartache drowned in tears cried on many a day,
But flowers floating wash them all away.
Love by night, plan by day.
Make your escape while he’s away.
You lie awake night after night.
Plans come and then go by the way,
Rejected again and again.
“No!” you hear yourself say.
“Not again, not this day.”
Finally the day comes when you can take no more.
You hear him once again coming through the door.
You know that anger, you feel his energy roar.
Free at last from him, you are forever torn.
Anew you are suddenly and unmistakably reborn.
The gunshot, clear and bright,
Rings out in the night.
Finally, finally, free at last.
Run, baby. Run, pack!
Run! Run! Never! Look! Back!
Fly free and fast.
Freedom, may it forever last.
This poem was written in honor of the cover photo seen on my newly released book Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life. In the photo Campbell and I are shown standing on the edge of the Holston River tossing flowers in to the water in remembrance of victims of Domestic Violence, of which I am a survivor.