Freed

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I was buried alive.

Trapped.

I was locked in the cage of my mind. With you hiding the keys.

Suffocating.

Waiting to exhale.

I had lost all the warmth I had in me and I was only left with the remnants of a blizzard.

Ice Box.

You took all the joy I once had, you even took my voice.
Over 5 years I allowed you to force me into a maze that I could not find my way out of.
My silence rang to the highest decibels causing your ears to bleed.

I always watch the true part of my family from a far, feeling guilty.

The guilt you made me feel.

Guilty for even conjuring the thought of breaking silence.

Breaking free.

The guilt you raised from the shadows to possess me.
Possessing my thoughts, thinking I would only vanquish my family...

No one would believe me.

You made me believe that eveyone except my brother would hurt me.
After all, it was your job to protect me, to love me, to keep me safe.

That is what Fathers are suppose to do.

You ripped the trust off my heart, leaving a painful wound.

It hurts.

But not forever.

Not anymore.

You thought you ruined me.

My silence became whispers that became soulful screams.
I screamed the truth. My words flowed like the foutains.

It runneth over.

Now, I know that I have a mom that believes me,
A brother that will always protect me,
A sister that looks up to me.

I am her hero.

I am a caterpillar who spent my time in the arms of my cocoon.

My family.

I gradually went through metamorphosis.

I became a butterfly.

I rose again.

I rose with them.

We rose together.

And I flew.

I flew away from the pain, the hate, the self loathing and the torment.

I found the home of trust, relief, love, peace and forgiveness.

I forgave myself.

You didn't ruin me.

I am healed.

I am free.

Sincerely,

The woman you didnt conquer.

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A/N: This poem is a continuation to the previous poem, Silence. I thought it was necessary for the protagonist to find peace and for her to heal.

Don't let anyone take control of you. If you think someone stole your strength and power just remember you can always get it back.

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