Monday, 18 July 2011
Taking Over A Life
A life so easily controlled,
He took my life and made it his.
A dream so cautiously taken over,
He changed it to look like it was his.
Daily shaping me into what he wants,
He changed my face, my clothes, my being,
Making me an image of his dream,
This dream is so different from my own.
Days go by and I loose myself,
Weeks go by and my clothes look dull.
Months go by and he chooses my friends,
Years go by without me seeing my family.
Time flies, he has won.
He has crafted his dream woman,
A woman who listens without questioning,
A woman so lost she never looks up,
The ground has become her daily friend,
For his eyes are filled with so much anger.
I am not me anymore,
Trapped in a body I hardly recognize.
Daily I long for a way out,
A voice to make me braver than last fall.
Who do I belong to if not him,
My soul he took over,
My dream he shattered into pieces,
Just like he did last spring.
Who said I needed to be put in my place?
Who gave him permission to put out my light?
He knows my weaknesses,
But he has not seen my strengths.
With a little spark today,
This soul will be free tomorrow.