fear and anger

She hears the creak of the door,

he was back home.

She was ready today,

and he was not.

She has a knife with her,

the type they use to cut fish,

he had nothing,

but a bag with a few bananas.

She comes before him,

fear creeping in.

he smiles at her

and says he's sorry.

She looks at him in wonder,

she didn't smell arrack.

He hadn't drunk today,

he was clean.

She held on to the knife anyway,

and told him dinner was ready.

He, with tears in his eyes,

gives her the parcel.

She looks in and smiles,

“whats this for?”

he apologizes over and over again,

he really is sorry.

She drops the knife and looks at him,

astonished, hopeful.

The day he turned around was the day

she also turned around.

He stopped drinking, stopped beating her

and she stopped being patient, a victim no more.

When love touched his heart,

hate touched hers.

From somewhere, a dog barked,

just then a sudden breeze cooled them.

Was this their new life?

Her fear no more,

his anger no more.

But her thirst for vengeance

taking over his hunger for love.

Things turned around,

and now he lives in fear and

she in deep hate.