The harshness of his words always left me in flounder
His condensending aura left little upon which to ponder
There was no need for logic when what he said was gospel truth
He was always right and anything contrary was deemed uncouth
Back in the day I would sit still and submit to his will
He'd beat me and tell me not to wail
He said it was his duty, as written in the bible
Who was I to argue? The bible is always right, right?
He always made me choose between "heaven" and "hell"
I'd choose heaven, but that meant staying under his shell
Looking back, I didn't really have much of a choice
I was hypnotized and lacked my reasoning voice
My road to freedom started rather serendipitously
I fell in love to someone who loved me back equally
He unwound me from the web of lies my tormentor had wound
And he showed me that love is love, and that's what we had found
Now I see the world is bright, and not just black and white
I now know who to trust and who to fight
I am free to bask in all the shades of light
And after years of oppression, everything feel just right
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Emotional abuse is just as damaging as any other form of abuse!
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