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I was her,dancing around him in a tip toe love.

be careful what i said, be careful what I did –

hiding like I wasn’t free. 

I used to be afraid, isolated, controlled.

I was stuck with no way out

in something I thought was real. 

caged in these walls with bars on the windows,

he smothered me,

suffocated my rights, strangled my heart.

I was her.

afraid of his rage. 

dancing around him in a tip toe love.

bruises on my body, shutting his wrongs out-

overlooking them as if apologies were validation. 

I was her. running on egg shells-

afraid. silent.

but I put my feet down,

and it echoed..
-Allison Ryder