You’ve opened,
A new,
Door of pain,
More painful,
Than ever,
Before.
You’ve found,
A new,
Method to hurt,
More nasty,
To help settle,
Your score.
This room,
That I,
Find myself in,
Is torturous,
I cannot,
See light.
But you,
Will not,
Kill me,
Like this,
I won’t suffer,
Without a fight.
So think not,
That I,
Am defeated,
Be in no doubt,
You’ve opened that door,
Close it on your way out.
Yes, and a chill down my spine, as I was reading this...maybe because I have went through the same thing, but was not able to write about it, It takes lots of strength to write about this! ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a lot of confidence and admiration for brave women...Aisha, never be defeated!