In a place far from the mountains and the cities,
There lived a woman by the sounding sea,
She longed to be a sailor ,
The brave men who faced the open sea,
And sculpted their own destinies.

Alas!

The woman was far from brave,
For unlike the sea, she was bound,
Bound to her husband who abused her;
She was a boat tied to the dock,
A boat that dared not face the tempest and the sea.

Slash! Her skin and soul endured the lashings,
The oppression of her monstrous husband,
She was a mere vessel,
A vessel to sustain his frustration and anger,
As her own sufferings remained unheard,
Amidst the howling waves of the sea.


The woman endured her trauma in silence,
No resistance offered,
Yet in her imagination, she was a free soul,
Unbound, unbothered by her merciless fate.

In her dreams, she was running,
Running far away from the sea that separates her from freedom,
Far away from the life of helplessness and vulnerability.

Crack! Her husband's belt whipped across her back,
The sound drowning the noises in her head,
The noises that screamed at her
Run! Run, you coward, they mocked
But they turned deaf to her ringing ears
Crack! Soon, she promised herself,
Soon the pain will recede,
And she will sleep into oblivion.

Coward! Sneered the voices again
Stop! Cried the woman
Tears soaked her pale, hollowed cheeks,
Soon! She promised herself,
Soon, her woes will be forgotten

Lies! She laughed at herself,
Lies she had told herself for so many years,
Lies she never believed herself.

She closed her eyes in defeat,
Wake up! Came a whisper
She opened her eyes.
It's time! The voice hushed
Time for what?
Time to face the storm!

The woman obeyed,
Moving defiantly past her snoring husband,
Sparing no glance,
Her resolve higher than the mountains she never saw
It's time! She promised herself
She took a deep breath, smiled
And broke into a breakneck run,
Out to capture the sea,
Out to carve a new destiny.

The night was chaotic,
A storm was brewing fast and strong,
Roaring and thundering,
Mirroring the deafening beats of her own heart
There was anticipation in the weather,
There was excitement among the Gods,
The sky itself seemed to lean a closer,
The stars too danced in nervous enthusiasm,
There was eagerness in the winds,
All admiring the defiance of the rebel woman.

Tonight, she thought, was a battle
A battle against her own fate
A battle she was determined to win.

She edged closer to the sea,
The sound of the mighty waves echoing her fears,
Testing her, willing her to break down,
Not a coward! She retorted.

She lifted the anchor from the dock,
She was a boat that would no longer remain bound,
She was a sailor, out to beat the storm.

Facing the endless sea with her back to her prison
She stepped onto the boat, an open challenge to the sea
Stop me if you can! The woman dared
The waves responded aggressively,
Let me pass! She commanded
Her bravado made the waves cower
Tonight she would conquer the sea!
With no hesitation she sailed
Row, row, row! Her frail hands moved with gusto
Thunderbolt illuminated her face,
What a a fierce image she painted!
Delicate face, jaw set
Row, row, row! Her hands grew weak,
But her mind remained restless with frantic energy.

The night stretched out,
The storm retreated in defeat
The sea stilled,
Amazed by the boldness of the frail woman.
The first light appeared at the horizon,
Signalling the end of the journey,
The end of her battle.

There was a strong scent of freedom in the air
The sailor had fought the storm,
And carved her own destiny.

Freedom called out to her
Applauding her for her feat,
The winds ushered her forward,
Ten! She rowed harder,
Nine! Any moment now!
Eight! Almost there!
Seven! The boat stilled.
Row, little sailor!
She couldn't, she whispered,
So close! The voices urged
Too far! She smiled sadly.

Light blinded her eyes,
Her hands no longer held the oars,
The boat remained tied to the dock,
The sea was all but conquered.

She is a boat tied to the dock,
A boat too weak to face the storm,
Enduring the beatings of her husband,
Living her life in perpetual agony,
In a place by the sounding sea.




















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