Enslaved
For one brief moment
I saw that glimmer of hope
That comes with every sunrise
Is this the day
when I will no longer
hear the words that chastise?
Will this be the day
Someone comes for me
To lead me from the darkness
So I can be free
from this prison
of cruelty and starkness
Perhaps today you will forget
to lock the door of this room
so I might escape
Being your sex slave
has taken it toll
I can take no more brutal rape
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Geo Martinez on Unsplash
Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #21 – How will I know
and in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt (Below) Glimmer
There is much deep sorrow in your words, maybe this song runs with the sadness here.
https://youtu.be/zLsI_bhfIr4
A River of Sorrows …. yes Ivor this song goes with the poem. Thanks you for sharing
Always my pleasure ☺️ 💛
my heart breaks with every line
I keep reading about human trafficking in the news and it is heartbreaking Gina.
so much cruelty that humans inflict upon each other
Oh! This is very powerful Christine. Such a sad truth.
Yes it is Punam. Thank you for reading.
You are welcome dear.
Tragic, Christine.
It is a sad truth Sue. Heartbreaking 😢
It is. Another of thos e things that gets brushed under the carpet of public consciousness.
Agreed.
Wow that is all I can say.
Thanks Jae-lyn. You know they’re out there. Poor devils 😢
😭😭 Yes a sad truth