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
Wow that is all I can say.
Thanks Jae-lyn. You know they’re out there. Poor devils 😢
😭😭 Yes a sad truth
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.
Oh! This is very powerful Christine. Such a sad truth.
Yes it is Punam. Thank you for reading.
You are welcome dear.
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
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 ☺️ 💛