She ripped out a piece of paper
Containing her poetry.
Her reality and vulnerability.
Just with a few words she would be exposing her pain,
And gain either triumph or destruction
Knowing nothing of the answer until the damage is done.
Just the chance of obtaining her freedom is enough for the risk,
For she is a slave to her own reality,
Scarred with previous hurdles
Her heart whipped like cattle
But one day she will be strong….

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