Freedom
did not come easy
She fought hard
for what was truly hers
Stolen from her
with his lying words
feeding her ego
Promising a fantasy
She could not recall
When it happened
One day he had control
and he ruled her world
Her voice stolen
and thoughts buried deep
unable to share
This the beginning
of her downfall
Increasingly taciturn
she allowed him
to become her mouthpiece
She cooked and cleaned
and wore what he chose
Her once professional
appearance now quaint
She had become his slave
Reaching a point of no return
Inside her silent anger raged
What had she become?
A shadow of her former self
Until the day she found
her strength
and voice
Reaching out to those
Who could help
free her from the cage
Reflecting on her bondage
She pondered the cause
of her personal plight
Her heart had made the decision
Her brain, the excuses
Her head finally argued
and liberty became hers
Now she flies solo
Never again a hostage
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Quaint
Taciturn
Personal
Solo
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