To know what it was like back then
You should picture an animal pen.
One where there is a small place to move around
Where if you scream you still cannot be found.
A place that would keep you
Keep you to be in view.
A place where your safety is void.
People would pass by and around
Looking at you but never making a sound.
You would be alone
Even this would become home.
Anything could happen, any given day
It really was that way!
You were trapped, you had fear
From the very one you held dear.
Afraid and alone,
A reality for you but not those at your home.
Secrets that presented themselves always were ignored
Passing words or actions, lay buried on the floor.
Noone helped, not one single soul
That was your life in this pen that became a hole.
Afraid hardly covers the sins that were there,
Seemed like no one would ever care.
But one day, the fear had taken a ride,
Out came the things that were buried inside
Finally someone listened, looked in and came
Took her out of the pen and she overcame.
Afraid to ever be there again,
She left a lot of her kin.
Never to return, or be that afraid again, of that man.
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