“If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them”…

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Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…

Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…

In fear of being…
Pushed away…

Or being punished…
Fading to grey…

Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…

Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…

To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…

Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”…

Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…

Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…

Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…

That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…

To a new existence…
One without any fear…

One without the pain…
One without the sneers…

That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…

As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…

Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…

A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…

The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…

And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…

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“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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“It’s my soul that you shook”…

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Smiling with his eyes,
quickly gaining her trust…

Too good to be true,
so gentle and yet… just…

Something about him,
something not quite right…

Like he had a dark aura,
that burned so bright…

And one day she saw it,
her heart nearly stopped…

Left her bruised and broken,
as the mask quickly dropped…

So she ran and she ran,
as fast as she could…

Getting far, far away,
leaving him for good…

Regaining some control,
beginning to live her life…

Away from his grasp and
his venomous spite…

Breaking those chains,
running wild and free…

Keeping it so real,
for everybody to see…

Always moving forward,
never daring to look back…

Where memories sit waiting,
to uncoil and to attack…

And unpick the scars,
that time has slowly healed…

Because on this journey,
her true voice was revealed…

And she found a space,
his anger couldn’t reach…

An independent haven,
on her own private beach…

Numbing all her pain,
with a soul filled language…

Revitalising her soul and
repairing all the damage…

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Art – GillyFace

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“Freedom comes when you learn to let go”…

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She had to leave,
she had to fly away…

Promising to return,
perhaps, maybe, someday…

From the distant shore,
that would become home…

Far over the ocean,
away from all she’d known…

Beginning again and
starting life anew…

She’d never come back,
in his heart, he knew…

As he’d granted her freedom,
in letting her go…

She was his everything and
he’d let her know…

But she needed time and
she required space…

Nothing could stop her,
even the look on his face…

They said their goodbyes,
as she left with a bag…

She committed to contact,
but he’d raised the white flag…

Knowing he’d lost her,
trying to hide all his pain…

And the broken heart,
that drove him insane…

But she never looked back,
and quickly moved on…

Never feeling the same,
her heart sang a different song…

One that was now happy,
no longer feeling trapped…

The puppet strings cut,
her abusive master snapped…

As she had to leave and
find the courage to get away…

Never intending to return,
not even maybe, someday…

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