20 January 2013
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.
Behind closed doors. • Opuss № I