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A lions den
Not safe not warm
Nowhere to run
To fight
To crawl
I close my eyes
I hide in darkness
My dreams are still free
Are mine are honest
My home is gone
Is shattered….so broken
The game is control
The moulded mouse is me
Just plastic on string
Or is this all me….
The dice is rolled
I fumble, no…..
I fold
This was February 2015 life’s so dark at this time, it’s taken me until now to be able to post and talk about it. Writing this makes me feel like I am talking about it at least.
I will tell my story, it’s a twist, it’s no fairytale that’s for sure. A girl did meet a boy but he was no knight, he was no hero. He was master and commander, she was a slave. Beaten and bruised, trapped and tortured but she wasn’t broken, I was not broken!