He didn’t give me a choice….
He stole away my consent…
And I…
I’m still grieving over the life he took…
And I…
Still cry tears filled with unhealed pain…
I never had a choice…
He stole it from me…
And now…
The thing that scares me the most is…
Having one…
Having a choice….
Because he left me helpless….
And he left me in chains…
And I couldn’t stop it…
I couldn’t run away….
My whole life was in his hands…
Every thought…
Every illusion of choice….
He owned…
But even grieving is a step in healing….
Every tear bringing me closer to myself…
Until..
I find my own home…
