She moved and didn't take anything with her.
She didn't steal away by the light of the moon,
hugging the shadows closer than her dearest friend.
It was the middle of the day with
a bright noon sun for all to see.
Armed with a wrench, she broke into her own home
and took all that would fit in her car.
The family heirlooms she had been given,
her books,
her dog,
her dignity.
She strode past him with the elegance of a Queen
as he berated her with insults
and threats of force.
Her dignity.
She shook like a leaf but kept it from view.
Her eyes held defiance.
Her heart was of stone.
He had made the choice for her.
Her Dignity.
He brought his family to show them her coldness.
To make himself look the victim.
They didn't buy it.
She kept
Her. Dignity.
She moved and didn't take anything with her.
She didn't take the rumors
the lies
the deceit
the adultery
the abuse
the easy way out.
She moved and didn't take anything with her,
but her dignity.
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