Feeling Locked in a cage trying to reach for the sky,
Trying to break the Silence that killed my soul every time,
Ashamed and bruised.
How can I tell my story?
Without me being accused?
It wasn’t my fault.
That he thought I could be used.
As a victim for him to abuse,
While he felt amused.
Silence burdened my soul heavy,
Every time scared of being accused,
While my abuse kept him amused.
Finally, the silence broke,
Each bar of the cage came crashing down
As the story of my abuse started to unfold.
” I’m not the accused – he is,
The bars may build up from time to time
But at least this bird has tried to fly
To reach that blue sky.
By Roxy Rafi
