Old wounds healed
His words were in the air knives
With blunted blades
You need to leave then go but I’m going to say
To all who’ll hear it was down to you
And a man who I’d rather blame
I went back to get the bare essentials
Two bin bags filled with things
He’d done to plants and flowers
What he tried to do to me and failed
Cut them off and killed connections
Dead things lay on the floor that day
Almost the end of summer and it felt
Like the first of Spring
I was terrified as my heart skipped and jumped
Knowing I no longer needed to sing a song
To make me escape from his clutches
He warned me in direst terms
Of what he’d do, they’d do
And finally I’d done what the song said
I’d broken free
I walked down the lane on butterfly wings
Heart dancing and the sun came out
Gave me her blessing
As she warmed my heart and gave hope
Telling me to keep walking towards tomorrow
Ailsa
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