My dear mother suffered from domestic abuse for a number of years through the 60s and 70s. But you can escape it. She did, in an era, where ‘you’ve made your bed, so lie in it’ was often the nearest you got to advice. There were kind people then, and there are now, reach out. Its appalling that in the last recorded year, there were over 60,000 incidents of domestic abuse raised in Scotland, and not just against women and 50 years after I witnessed abuse. The developed world, they say.
Shelter from the storm
The shelter you need
From the storm, which you hide
Is just beyond, the trust that evades you
On a road which is blind
That refuge you seek
Starts with your first step along that path
Sanctuary awaits, the worthy
As you flee the endless wrath
Pass the rivers of pain
And the mountains shaped through rage
Shade yourself from the sun
As you escape from the cage
Elope coldly through the shadows
Clasp the hands, of all you love
Fugitives from torture
Guided through clouds from above
Beside yourself, beside your loved ones
Who’s love keeps you warm
On the steps through your journey
As you shelter from the storm
The Mindfulness Gap 