Once a little girl,
Frolicking about her dreams.
Fearing nothing,
And loving all.
Until that day.
He bound her spirit.
Banned her from her dreams,
Stealing her innocence, clipping her wings
She tried to fight him, It was no use
For he was much to strong.
He loved her, then beat her,
leaving her broken and alone.
Lying there, through tears she asked
“Why? What have I done?”
Crimson liquid stained the floor.
“All he wanted I gave to him, but he took more.”
Her thoughts became cyclones.
As crawled across the floor,
Her solution became apparent.
“He will hurt me no more!”
Midnight blue bruises
Plagued her once perfect skin.
Emotions poured from her eyes
But no tears did she dare cry.
She had to,
“END THIS PAIN!”
The Voices from inside screeched,
The only decision, had finally been reached.
“Love is pain, pain is pain”
Revenge is… bittersweet?”
She did what she must do,
And shed one tear at his cold feet.
by Jamaican paradox
