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Stifled No More

 

Yes, I cried…swallowed my pride…but I swear I tried!

Freedom denied, confidence lost, my heart turned frost.

‘Didn’t you accost him?’ you ask. Well, that’s quite a task

To flay his mask, to bare his dire lust and mistrust!

 

His fancy belt, my purple welt, the throes I felt

On my frame svelte – screamed the tale of a debauched male,

Till I turned pale. Too tired to cope, losing all hope,

I reached the end of my rope…dreams crushed, my voice shushed.

 

Late one night, my soul shone bright, the end seemed in sight;

Pledging to fight, I broke all chains, uncoiled the skeins

Of angst in my veins. Head held high, I rared to fly

Out in the sky…sans all fear, with a vision clear.

 

This poem is based on the French format Vers Beaucoup that has a multitude of Internal Rhymes.

Published first on Penmancy,  it bagged the second prize in the monthly poetry writing contest in April 2022.

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