Four square walls,

where affection calls.

Not merely a roof and room

but where her heart bloomed.

Where he protected her;

Vowed to guard her.

She called it her ‘Home.’

Protector became a predator,

while this realization threatened her.

Tears poured from her eyes,

for her life was built on lies.

Giving him a fake smile,

he stared at her for a while.

She grew up believing that it was all her fault;

that day it was not assault.

Her fear chained her tight,

and silence gripped her plight,

while the secret ate her mind,

and her wounds remained unkind.

Faking it to be her Home,

She searched for her lost soul.

All numb with a grim and glum,

she realized how treacherous these four walls had become.

Longing to flee from the pain,

she sought an escape in vain,

and cried, toiled, and gave all,

thinking the price to recreate her Home was her downfall.

Lost herself in the void,

Wondering for how long she can avoid.

Wanting to be heard,

She buried her burns.

She wants to end it all

and stand above them all.

She wants to break away

from that awful damn day.

Enough is Enough,

This time she will stay tough.

It’s time to open new doors,

for there is so much to adore.

She found her home,

for she realized it’s not a place but a feeling.

Now she has not one or two but many homes.

For wherever she goes

she makes it her own.

Now she walks with pepper spray in her hands,

for you never know where you might find those testosterone tyrants.

She mourns her fear,

wanting it never to reappear.

She walks into her new home

with dreams and freedom that make her stand alone.

She wants to be a slone,

for there is euphoria in this new home.