Poem: Another Painting on the Wall
| On 6/8/00, I got the following email: "My
friend Mandy wrote this a year ago while she was with her abusive
boyfriend. She has recently charged him with assault and is now
carrying on with her life. YEA!! Thought you might want to
share this poem with those who view your website." I wrote to Mandy asking permission to publish, and her
reply was: " I would be honored if you published my poem.
You have my permission to use it. Yes, I would like my name used,
and my e-mail as well. My name is Mandy White, and the e-mail that
you can use is: firstname.lastname@example.org
I would welcome the chance to share my experiences with anyone. Some
things just should not be kept secret. Agreed! And
many thanks to you both... Dr. Irene
People admire my large collection of paintings.
"So many of them," they comment, "and such a variety."
I found many of them at garage sales and second-hand shops.
I was always looking for just the right size frame for the occasion.
The painting of the unicorn is my favorite. I bought it the last
Sometimes I wonder if the walls, weakened from all the holes, will one day
crumble beneath the weight of the paintings.
After all, they are just walls. He has never hit me.
I just don't know where I will find a painting large enough to cover the
hole in my heart.