Recovering

.~. Recovering .~.

As I walk down this road,

this new road I have taken,

I glance back over my shoulder,

perhaps I am mistaken.

Yet I see once again,

as I've doubted before

that those days are behind me

I'm not hers anymore.

Sometimes the images

creep in to my head

of the smoke swirling and whirling

as I looked almost dead.

A shiver slips

and crawls up my spine

I again reassure myself

that this life is mine.

It surprises me to see

that I've done so well

I almost don't believe

I've escaped that living hell.

She had a grip on me

like nothing ever has before

She burrowed in to my brain

so that I could think no more.

Now I am my own,

steering my own way

Turning to myself, not her

to be sure not to stray.

I don't have to be weak,

I don't have to give in

She is powerless to me

No longer will she win.

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