From my Heart's Attic

Toxic Illusion

Glittering eyes focused on some picture frames 
Delightful smile on the face who laid claims.
"This is me and Mama", she told a pair of doe eyes
Tiny tears covering the corners of one who told the ties.
She was reminiscing those good old fancy days 
When everything was just perfectly fine and same.
Or was it just an illusion...

Today she had finally removed the shakles which 
Caged her feet, which dreamt to achieve everything cliche.
Ran away from those red eyes and pair of ghostly arms 
Which tried to keep her in place, cutting her wings of charms.
She was free from her supposed saviour, the devil in disguise
She swore to run far away from him and all his pretty lies.

So here she was standing in her old cozy home 
A family of three, but today she stood alone. 
The wooden walls told stories of.her childhood 
Of days spend under care and Mama's special tea.
Where her every pain used to vanish
Looking at that pair of warm aging eyes.

She turned to look at her beautiful angel
Seemingly a miny copy of the woman in the picture. 
She smiled so bright that every other thing vanished 
The little girl sewed every fabric of her heart that tarnished. 
Her little angel, her hope to fight. Because of whom 
She was able to fight, the ghostly devil and inner demon.

Yes, she was free today. Safe and secure
"D-dada", suddenly uttered the tiny angel 
Afraid of the lurking ghostly monster, whose 
Filth and fear, still stayed in her mind and refused 
To leave it so soon. Lara's eyes softened
At the angel who cowered behind her.

She crouched to explain, the ghost had long left 
It was just them, Mama and Angel 
The treasure she saved stood relieved
She again remembered why she fought so hard, so brave.
Now there will be no shattered plates, no wounds 
To save from her daughter, no pleas of mercy.

Married early at an age so tender 
She didn't even have time to think about the blunder 
As part of a business contract She was sold to someone 'trustworthy' 
Made to believe he fell in love with her
Everything was so planned and sketchy.

She lived a lie, created by her own blood
If you think the toxicity was new 
Then you are a part of the illusion 
Carved so right in all the minds, where
The daughter was unaware of the puppet 
That laid behind the scene. Unaware of

The broken plates and hidden wounds
In the same cozy home she stood. Someone too had cried tears of pain here 
Endured it all, for the one and only lad.
The toxicity ran in blood of these men
Who thought they were brave, to silence those

Screams of pain, of their own women.
That day the lady believed to have saved
Her daughter, by marrying her to the devil 
She too lived in illusion crafted by her man 
But for now , the cycle was broken.
For Lara had Saved her tiny angel, from shackles of these men...

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It's important to break the cycle. Domestic abuse not only impacts the person, but the next generation too. Raise your voice against it!!

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