When trying to find freedom
I love this poem a woman recently wrote about her experience with breaking free from the emotional abuse
Needing a hug and a long embrace
But I arrived home to an empty place.
One that’s filled with fractured dreams
Memories of what others haven’t seen
Slowly the chipping away began
All from a nicely portrayed man
My blindfold was on tight
But something deep down wasn’t right.
I couldn’t put my finger on it
It was mostly implicit