A Slave to Fear

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I turn my head and I all I see is black, 

He hovers over me waiting to attack.

I close my eyes hoping that this feeling goes away,

I cannot bear the thought of getting hurt 

And when I open my eyes I am alone.

 

Degrading thoughts accompany me,

`You are not good enough, you will fail',

Those thoughts he drilled into my mind,

A barbed wire fence that cannot be crossed.

 

I have fallen, I am bruised,

But I will get up.

I am brushing off the dirt,

And I am taking a new route

To become a better me, 

A better woman and to be free.

 

He will not push nor scar me anymore,

Fear is no longer my master and I,

No longer its slave.

 

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