Trapped

Ever so slightly she turns her head to the side, she tries to hide the tears that are falling down her cheek. There are so many things, she can not understand. So many painful memories in her heart.
The lies,
the games,
the bruises,
the scars,
so much all at once. How can she ever let anyone see or feel her true self.
She knows she has to get out, get away, but how? How will she ever get away from the one who will never let her out of his sight?
The bruising is to much to bear, She can not ever bring herself to look in the mirror. The reflection is not the one of the women she once was, but of the woman she has become.



Shame,
Guilt,
Fear........ Will she ever be able to see the beautiful things again?
Can she ever appreciate the small things that once were so dear to her heart?
Will the light of day ever reach her face again?

She must escape...

Run,

run away, from the pain, the reflection, the fear. Where is the outlet?

There is no outlet,

there is no escape.....

Today is a moment in time, tomorrow may never come. Lift your head up little girl, and escape. Escape the hands of death, if you stay, he will kill you. If you leave he will kill you.

Then you will be free, free from the pain, hurt, and the shame. You will be able to see the beautiful face that once looked back at you, smell the flowers that once took your breath away, hold the hand of the person, who helped you escape.

Motionless you lie, as you pray for an elude to your life, quiet you breath, so as not to wake the person next to you, for if he even knew your thoughts...........
One day little girl, one day you will wake and see the ravishing life that you once so adored. One day the nightmare will be over, One day your life will grab you and take you to a place, a place far from here.