We see her



Suffering at the hands

of a false protector,

A damaged protector,

But no one steps out,

To interrupt a protector,

Even in the face of lingering pain.

So we work around,

Creating a short term escape

For the escape we can’t give

We teach her to drive.

We give her a knife,

A tool to start digging her way through.

Until she gets out.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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