Thursday, September 1, 2011

This isn't "his-story" but its "her-story"

He shows himself in such a way … she can't veil her fear
She coerces her tired eyes to snooze but they only project her times of terror
Tears roll down …pour there... Down to her pillow
She is in pain but,
She manages to sleep calm …
He shows no mercy, he pins her badly...
All night she manages his obsession,
Only lonely nights to console her...
But her wounds burn her alive, everyday
She is longing to breathe,
Longing to take that 'sigh of relief'
She tries to wake up smiling,
Synchronizes her steps towards a dreadful path,
Manages to dispose her dead spirit of last night
And…
Tonight again, she sleeps holding her spirits tight …

(A true story in my words)