I used to be that girl Had a roof over my head, but not sheltered Prison was my abode Tied down by a ring on my finger And a piece of paper Signed away my liberty Sealed it with a kiss I guess not everyone Who kisses you loves you Remember Judas Iscariot? His kiss marked the fountain-head Of Jesus' tribulation As your kiss marked mine My smile was beatific When all around me was pulverizing to dust I counterfeited contentment Comforted myself with false hope That things would change Yet getting worse and worse by the day Reposing with the adversary Night after night Fights, arguments and misunderstandings Were a daily norm Time is yet to heal What immeasurable, intense Torture has done to my heart A tattered and marred spirit How can time mend Feelings of loneliness and betrayal, battered and molested Is there an end To this barbaric nature Hard indeed it is to accept When the one who's supposed to love Becomes your greatest nightmare I was there Walked in these shoes Shed the same tears Learnt the hard way, That I have to stand and fight Fight for my freedom And the independence of my children I found the victor in me And not the victim I refused to be another Statistic of domestic violence I drew strength from within And walked away.
Dedicated to every woman living in abuse. You are not a victim. You are a Victor. You just need to draw strength from deep within and recover your dignity. You are not alone. Many walked have walked this road with you and survived although some were not so lucky. But you are alive, arise and walk away! Stand up and fight for your freedom. You were created to be loved and cherished and not abused. I love you.... whoever you are.