#WritcoPoemPrompt2
Running into the shadows of the storm,
I lay unwillingly caged in the unwanted.
Over and Over, it leaves me haunted.
Stuck in the darkness of my past,
How much longer are these painful memories going to last?
Vivid memories of the abuse echoing on and on,
Yet I hated the fact of being alone.
Faced with the persecution, I crawl into the arms of death,
beaten down hoping it would be my last breath.
Yet I was not Blessed enough to close my eyes, to not see another day.
I held my breath and began to Pray.
More and More, I developed a strength with in me, something I had never seen before.
I looked you in the eyes and said I am walking out this door.
You can kill me or you can just let me leave....
Still to this day I am learning how to heal, and how to greave.
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
I Survived your death but you are here in my mind.. I hate being alone.

© graceful_lily