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A poem about living after abuse.

reaching up for heaven
with one foot trapped in hell
being punished with no transgressions
she's an angel who fell

she learned her lines without a script
through someone else's rage
that's the life she's always lived
trying so hard to break the cage

she can't trust in her allies
because of the years she was harassed
she told me she can't look them in the eyes
because of a broken past

she's older now than she was
she's a wife and she's a mother
she's still reaching for the stars
to pluck them down and give them to others

she's been broken and bruised
she doesn't let those scars show
she's been hurt and abused
she's the strongest person I know