She is trapped
In a prison of rules that they created
She is a bird with broken wings
She is helpless to cry out against the injustices
That are committed in this house
Her tongue is bound by the bond of love
She dares not cry out
Because she will most likely lose everything
She is tossed between houses like an unwanted present
And she ceased long ago
To call either house home
She is trapped in her own mind
With the voices that blame her for everything
She is trapped in a world of fear and pain
And the only escapes she can see
Are made unavailable to her
By that same bond of love
Love for all of them
Even the ones that hurt her
Because her love is unconditional
So perhaps the lock of her prison is created by love
But love has nothing to do with the inside of it
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryShe is a fighter. She is a slacker. She is beautiful. She is alone. She is loved. She is happy. She is hopeless. She is me and she is you. And this is her story
