Not much for poetry these days, it's choppy but heart felt.


I was screaming for help

But nobody heard

It was always his story

Against my word

 

I smiled in church

So nobody knew

A happy family

Sitting in a pew

 

It was slow and painful

An invisible death

Clutching for life

Holding my breath

 

Say goodbye

To that broken girl

She has found herself

This is her world

 

Opportunities in abundance

She is free to decide

She is finally free

Even in her own mind


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