It seemed simple; take a step, there\'s nothing to it, it\'s what they said. And so I wandered why I stayed, my heart felt heavy, it wasn\'t safe. My mind a fog, I couldn\'t tell, if who I was gave me an edge; or if I simply got in shape, from running laps around my cell.
Every strike, all the pain, made me question my own strength. All the nights filled with rain, felt like love was just a fake. Because, how could I confess, when my voice was shut with tape? Tell me, what did you expect from a person left for dead?
Walk away, have some faith, I kept hearing voices yell. And I wanted to forget, follow them, or find a way. All these orders, out of place, so inadequate, the shame.
Yes, of course I finally left; but the process was intense! And although I have escaped, there are ripples and effects. The reminders, the remains, the untouched, the unfelt; the unanswered, the unheard; left a broken soul to mend!!