Triumphant

I never thought I could be 
manipulated into anything
but you charmed your way
into my vulnerability, you
seem to have a sixth sense
when it comes to angels
seeking some stability;

you had me cornered,
so you thought, because
I wore your ring around
my fragile, babylike finger.

White signified purity but
I was anything but pure,
you'd seen to that when
we made love before we
said our wedding vows -

it's laughable now all the
sneaking around but I was
nieve to the damage you'd
cause until I was forced to
cover up my injuries and
become deceitful to anyone
I admired or spent time with.

"if I can't have you no one else will,"
was a threat you always made but
I'm not petrified of the monster I
married anymore because the control
you had over me is slipping through
your fingers; bit by bit and it's
enpowering -

control will soon be mine,
victorious, I will stand and
silhouettes will never haunt
my self conscious mind
again.

©Em