My heart is shattered, broken into shards,
Pieces scattered on the floor like fallen cards.
Cracks run deep, where hope once lay,
And darkness fills the space where light would stay.

It crumbles slowly, bit by bit,
The soul inside it longs to quit.
He reaches out to lift me high,
But stumbles — just a weary sigh.

I grasp for solace, seek release,
But healing hides, refusing peace.
I took and take what numbs the pain,
But relief is fleeting, like a passing rain.

I run, I fall, I cry for aid,
But silence greets me; shadows wade.
I shout and scream, my voice turns raw,
Alone I stand, a ghost on the shore.

I search for warmth, a sign of grace,
Yet emptiness meets my tear-streaked face.
But then, through haze, I see him near,
A beacon bright when all is fear.

He steps in close, extends his hand,
My Savior, who helps me understand.
Through all the dark and endless pain,
He pulls me up to rise again.

A steady presence, a soothing balm,
He takes my arm with gentle calm.
Not all my pieces are mended whole,
But hope now lingers, a tethered soul.

For though my heart is far from healed,
His strength, his love, my scars have sealed.
And in his light, though dim it seems,
I find the courage to chase my dreams.

With broken wings, I’ll rise and fly,
A shattered heart that learned to try.
For even broken things can glow,
And from the cracks, new life can grow.


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(a woman who is manipulated by a man to stay with him)
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