The Capture....

camille



From inception there were reservations.
Warnings to contemplate self preservation.
The wrenching of the gut that cannot lie,
I heeded not!....blindsided to my soul's faint cry.
I chose unwisely from the start.
Without a guide... or a knowing in the heart..
In the silence of the night I wept.
The bruises emerging as at last I slept.
And yet as I woke to a rising sun,
To my boundaries again being overrun.
I made no move to "run like hell!"
Sense of worth destroyed as again darkness fell.
Left broken and ravaged and close to insane.
The bruises have healed but the scars remain.
Running bone deep, etched on my soul..
Freedom comes hard after years of control....

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2017 09:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Abuse and the scars left behind.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 16
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