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...