Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, and to dVerse April 25, 2021 This is not autobiographical, but honors a survivor I know and admire.
She left in disarray, thoughts scattered
with only vestiges of broken dreams
betrayed, abused, emotions tattered
she’d lost herself, a victim of his schemes
escape and freedom all that mattered
she fled with faith alone, or so it seems.
she vowed to find a safe and better place
where she'd find peace and healing
regaining strength and renewing grace.
slowly they returned, the things she treasured
things she scarcely realized she’d lost
confidence, identity, resolve unmeasured
she came to know how great had been the cost
when she had lived only to see him pleasured
and he, in turn, had cruelly double-crossed.
she put in the past the deceit and degradation
and faced her future, filled with celebration.