You hide yourself with a new name.
Longer, black, curly hair with a highlight of gray.
Branded boots, leather coat.
Accent so outlandish.
Like a tone of a Victorian, regal queen.
You departed a life of many beatings.
From a chauvinist home, hostile arms.
To acquire fear is inevitable.
Loathing who caused you pain is a choice.
It’l take time to heal the wounded heart.
A crushed soul, a torn body.
Who wants to live in hell disguised as bliss?
Your escape is freedom.
You find comfort in a strange island.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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