Chains that bound a poor soul’s heart.
Surrounded by the sickening laugh of her captors,
She’s trapped by the threats that burst through her ears.

She had a future
Where she raised kids happily
When she was ready
Watched them grow up
And live until she was old,
But not like this.

Not trapped by chains.
That scar her skin
Which are zig-zagged with red indents,
And scar her heart
Which weigh down her heart like a thousand stones.

Beaten and unafraid,
Threatened and silenced,
Weak and compliant.

Sat on the wooden planks
That are stained blood and dignity,
And the captors standing tall
Demanding every last piece of her.

And once the door to her jail comes crashing in,
There will be men who tell everyone to get down,
  Put handcuffs on the vile beings that once trapped her,
   And bring her out to see the sun.

Even with people
Trying to comfort her
Her head is buried in between her legs
Trying to silence the world
That constantly wants to get inside her head.

Her eyes constantly see the past,
Her captors,
  Her scars.

She cannot blend in
Or trust anyone.

She cannot reach back to help
Or sleep a night without a bad dream.

It doesn’t matter how much they try.
She can never fly again.

She’s not a weak butterfly,
She’s a bird that had been stolen from the skies
And trapped in a place too merciless,
Ruthless,
  Suffocating,
To ever fly again.

She’s far too scarred
Of the chains that once trapped her
Because while they no longer wrap around her skin
They will always trap her heart.

She had a future,
But that future is now destroyed.

No matter how much they try and help,
And remind her that chains no longer bound her hands and feet,
There will always be chains that never leave her heart.