Behind closed doors.

She slouched immobile
a broken puppet
as he pulled her strings
moving and controlling
her every flinch, generating her pain.

Her existence had been broken
Like her heart and her own self will
She felt wooden , numb and had lost her identity
She always tried to please and always failed to try

to get her strength to cut the ties the strings that bind her to him.
Controlled through intimidation,her
sense of self worth lowered,
isolated to live in fear with the
day to day fear of verbal abuse and threats of violence.

Disjointed she tried to stand
to avoid the powerful force of his hand
She'd been pulled and stretched ,
felt pained ,strained and chained
to him and under his control and suddenly she stopped guilt ridden "it won't happen again", the promises he made, and still she stayed put.

Broken bones, bruises hidden,
hair pulled, kicked and beaten.
She cut the ties, it had to end ,she took control, she finally snapped, she had had enough, it had to end,
the puppet master would no longer control.

She'd come alive,
she had found the strength,
to live with no fear
her resolve -
to survive.