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