
You loved me past peace to pieces.
Shattered me, your heavy-handedness unceasing.
You punish, persecute without reason.
I bloom for you and wither in the same season.
I dream of freedom, but can’t seem to leave him.
I cry to leave him but can’t imagine freedom.
I love so hard, I’ve loved to pieces.
My heart is shattered, my soul charged with treason.

I wonder:
What is it like to be carried?
To be truly held?
To be loved by choice
And not by one compelled?
Have you been cherished?
Oh, do please tell!
I’ve often been promised heaven
Yet, still find my home in hell.