Freedom

The crying in the night

Cuts through the silence

Stabbing at the hearts

Of those that hear her pain

She is not alone

Surrounded by other that know this pain.

He promised never again

Only to repeat the lie

Leaving her bloodied and broken

She only knew this hateful love

A circle she desperately needed to break

He is her everything

She is his punching bag

Around and round they go

His hate made her feel so alone

The warmth has left their life

Her courage and strength with it

Days turn to months

Months to years

Years until her breaking point

In what was a moment of panic

Horror

She crawled to freedom.

Packed her bags only essentials

And

Ran

Now curled up on this cot

Bruised and free

She weeps for her freedom

More afraid for tomorrow then ever.

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