I didn’t want to go
But my home is not a home
I snuck out at night
I’m tired of the fight
I was supposed to be the Princess
The twinkle in his eye
The sacred jewel he always wanted
Now I have to run or I’ll die
She couldn’t help me
She tried once before
The same eyes we shared
Was darkened once more
It was time for me to leave
I can make my own way
It was time for me to be
Anywhere would be better than to stay
I should be scared
Going into the unknown
I was trained in battle
Inside my own home
It’s hard for me to cry
My tears are dried in it’s ducts
I wanted to say goodbye
I could not press my luck
I found a feather
As white as can be
My mother believed in angels
Her little Angel is finally free
Love this. The emotion pours out Fia. A somber & lovely poem. XOXXO
Thank you. I appreciate you reading this and commenting, My friend.
Sometimes freedom comes at a cost. The sadness is palpable, Fia.
Wonderfully expressed.
Thank you, Her.
Whew… Heart tugger right there, girl. Love the feather symbolism. You really capture the essence of abuse, the struggle to move on, the drive to escape. It’s a storm in the soul.
xoxo
Thank you, Dk I wanted to tie the purity of her and how she was going to be free. oxox
Wow… this aches so beautifully…
Thank you libellule😊
hello beautiful Fia this made me cry great write 💕
Aww, I didn’t mean that to happen, Brenda. I am happy that it moved you.
Tremendous work.