Trip Wire

I have a story to tell Where survival and pain Literally broke the veil. It took years to see The truth of my abuse And the memories of my hurt Has given me my muse. I fell into men that craved control. I knew one day I would get rest For my weary soul. Physical pain was a common norm And my abusers have released my storm. I take no orders. My boundaries have no give. I’m locked away tightly Behind iron doors Where I will shine brightly. My wires are set. The traps are laid out. Anyone trying to enter Will leave with a pout. Tread with caution. or trip a wire, your gift will be an explosion of fire. You will burn down to ash with nothing to recover.