Guilty

Looking into the broken mirror she thought

How difficult a battle for staying strong she fought

Gently tending to the bruises on her tender skin,

Asked her reflection, "how do I deal with the emotional trauma that is in?"

Out of the room, she hurried, upon her husband's call

Bottles of liquor scattered all over - to clean them all.

Plucking up courage, she denied the mundane task

"Please stop with your nonsense, it's all I ask."

Furious he screamed, "How dare you refute me!"

Inflicting upon her bruised skin fresh agony.

Unable to tolerate more, towards the half-broken bottle she head,

Stabbing him in self-defense, which resulted him dead.

Standing in the court the flashbacks she recalled,

"Guilty of murder my lord", she bawled.

Liberation from the torments, at last, her heart merrily bounced

Despite the several years of imprisonment that the judge had pronounced.