Jerked away from life yet still living,
Everything called me became a facade.
If rages could be amended, I doubt I could be repaired because I had lost the very thing which made me human "my sanity".
If you haven't crossed the border separating both territories, I do congratulate you and plead you hold on to your sanity, because you do never wanna lose it, for it takes grace to get it back.
I have become a broken record!
"Everything apart"
So lost I can't even recognise myself each time I view the mirror.
Can I be redeemed?
One question I asked myself but had no answer to!
Even I wished within myself for salvation because this shackle held my feet from dancing.
How I wished this was one of those bad dreams one wakes from and shove the fears away through a silent prayer.
But "No" was my case because my reality had become my nightmare.
Each night takes me back to that very day where my innocence was snatched away from me like a chick forcefully carried away from its mother by a hawk.
No matter how it struggles the powerful claws of the hawk tames it's fragile strength.
And I was indeed "the chick" and "him" the hawk,
He killed everything that made me human through each thrust I couldn't hinder.
I just laid like a lamb for slaughter!
And indeed I was slaughtered but not physically, instead my soul was crushed.
Nothing was the same again.
Everything became "black and grey".
© Nene.
This is interesting and thoughtful
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