No Escaping
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She thought of her past
Missing the life she once had
Tears began to flow
How did she get here?
This place of hurt and sorrow
She longed to be free
Not able to escape
His grapple too tight to bear
Leaving dark bruises
Controlled, abused, sad
Feeling helplessly restrained
There was no way out
Please note that this haiku style poem is not about me. I wrote it as I would imagine some women must feel.
