Wrought Iron Hearts

It was not a snap that broke her,

Or the purple on her skin.

It was a gentle fondling,

From a man she thought her kin.

It was not a dirty van that housed her,

It was the paradise that she lived in.

She fought to change the past,

To meet her future with a grin.

But day by day she drooped,

Her smile turned to sin.

Inside her head she heard

Silence through the din.

Her heart could not forgive

The places he had been.

It took years for her to realize

It was time to lift her chin.

Because at the end of the day

She knew he could never truly win.