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.

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