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Flight from the captivity of my fear

Dreams dreams and dreams, Although the reality is far away from the fantasy realms. Under the sunbeams, I considered it mainstream, but all I could hear were my screams and screams. Walking along the shores of the beach, With the lane of the memories impeach. Sudden the bubble of joy breached, And my freedom was not within my reach. I wanted to be a teen and imagine myself as a Queen, But there was a bitter truth in the scene, as I never believed that Monster could easily feign, in the form of a king with whom I wanted to reign. every bruise that I had he told me he never mean, but all I knew was I was stuck in a Halloween. With every slap, I was looking for more mishaps. My heart was terrible with scrap, I clearly remember the time I collapse. It was the method to blow off your steam perhaps, But for me, it was a trauma inside that trap. Rather than blaming you, I was hating myself it's true. I knew you would never change your view, but still, I was waiting there with my skin black and blue. My thoughts in my mind were like clutter, I had a lot to splutter. but I shutter and mutter, if I brought the truth then I would have to suffer. But one day I walk out fighting the fear, Binding the confidence that had been Tear. Although the moments were hard to bear, I let go of my tears. the story was hard to hear, and the dots were unclear. I started my life again, away from his pain. a lot of happiness regains, but what was most important was the freedom that I reobtain. sometimes it still shakes my hand, when that anxiety filled with memories land. I used to think that it was all my bad, But no it was you that I misunderstand. but now I am fully glad, as I am living the days as I planned. The poem showcases the haunted truths that every domestic violence victim proceeds through and the prerequisite of the bravery with which she/he can overpower that duration and live a fresh life with happiness and freedom.

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