Through the Mist

I walk this world alone,
mist cyclones around my bare feet.
Blood runs from the fresh cuts on my ankles.
I saw him, my perpetrator coming to me and I knew I had to run,
before he snatched me up again and did more cruelty onto my poor body.
I wish that I could scream to him, "She has had enough! Can't you see you have broken her down enough!"
But my words matter nothing to him, only the sight of my fear.
I have ran so long through thorns of betrayal and I must rest.
I look to the sky and see a cresant moon that will light my way back to sanctuary.
It promises me a future of safety and refuge where I no longer must battle his eyes.
I am the one true warrior in this tale.
As he walks as a coward and treats others poorly for his own self acceptance is so hard to obtain.
I survived, through the mists of his agony!