© by Bella Lori Gagnon, 2010, Winnipeg, MB For Sara
Through my good eye, the one that is not swollen shut, I watch the spring day unfold. Through streaks of dirt, the sun’s light shines it warmth on my face, a healing force to the wounds and bruises it finds there. I dare a small smile at the squirrels that are just outside my window. They jubilantly chase each other through the trees that are sporting new spring greenery. I am filled with a hard longing to be out in that sunshine, to be running free like those squirrels. The front door a story below slams shut and swearing and heavy footsteps assault my ears. I turn away from the glimpse of freedom the window has so fleetingly provided. I now face my jailor in the doorway. A drunken, brute of a husband, who after time at the bar with his friends, is always ready to lay a beating on.