Without warning, it crept into her life

And the bright day darkened..
She had no inkling
The well-loved face changed color
She had no inkling
This chameleon blew hot and cold
She had no inkling
The tongue wounded and stunned
She had no inkling

She cocooned into a ball
In self preservation
She covered her face
In self preservation
She leaned out of harm’s way
In self preservation
Bewildered her mind raced
In self preservation

He stomped and fumed
Spitting vituperations
Searing her spirit and soul
Heaping ignominies
Even slapping and hitting
Leveling her self esteem
Fear welled inside
Her back was against the wall

She had to find succor
She had to flee this stranger
She had to overcome fear
She had to find a safe haven
She had to find inner strength
She had to find her feet
Swiftly and quickly dashing
Out of harm’s way!
“The face of tyranny is always mild at first.”  -Racine, Britannicus, 1669
“Of all the tyrannies on human kind, the worst is that which persecutes the mind”
-John Dryden, The Hind and the Panther, 1687


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