Enslaved

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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 ©

 

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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

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