Living in Fear

I do not like being afraid.  I am not a ‘ride’ girl, skip the roller coasters and stuff.  And skip the horror flicks.  I guess it comes from all the times I was terrified in my own home behind closed doors.  That’s what happens when you live in Domestic Violence.  There is a reason people call one person the “abuser” and the other the “victim”.  It is sort of like being a POW – the mind control that goes on and the fearing for your life and your children’s lives too. Here is a poem that I wrote and turned into a song.  It talks about the fear, and what it feels like to live there.

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

 

She looks in the mirror, seems vaguely familiar

like steam on the glass, shame covers her past

the fog slithers down, as evil surrounds

His worst fantasy, her reality

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he pulls the strings, does unspeakable things

a sadistic entrance, for his acceptance

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Smothered by control, a tormented soul

trapped in his castle

Her tears rolling mist, proof she  exists

in snow white darkness

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Clouds of confusion, rolled into illusion

He veils perversion, forcing her coercion

her body he takes, while she flies away

unbelieveable, she’s invisible

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love is the shadow, that darkens her window

she’s crying for help, to escape her hell

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Smothered by control, a tormented soul

trapped in his castle

Her tears rolling mist, proof she  exists

in snow white darkness

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she hides in the fog, drinks hair of the dog

hates her behavior, craves one to save her

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Smothered by control, a tormented soul

trapped in his castle

Her tears rolling mist, proof she  exists

in snow white darkness