Not Anymore!

With head bent down, my hands gripping  the metallic door, I tried to flee.

He pushed me down yet again, away from the door.

I screamed into the silence of the night.

Can anyone hear me? Will anyone dare to come?

He charged at me again. My scream had enraged him. He flogged me harder. His blood is hotter, his anger fiercer.

Yet no one came.

I begged and cried as I always did .

All my pleas fell on deaf ears.

I tried to run, I have to run. This cannot be my end.

 I made for the door. I had nothing to loose now.   I had to get out.I

Some how the door opened . I fled into the dark night.

That was my light! The end of my night.

I  staggered and groped  blindly.

My heart's eyes could see  through the blanket of darkness. Fear left me.

An urgency overpowered me. 

My freedom just started.  

No going back. This was a journey of no return. Farewell to terror.

I know I will cry again, but it will not be  by him. 

I may feel pain in the future, but it will not be from the belt strokes he always dishes out generously. 

Not anymore will I rock myself to sleep with my sobs.

Not anymore will I beg to be shown mercy and be treated like a human.

Not anymore will I go this path. This journey has come to an end.

Not anymore will I forget who I am, and accept the position he always kept me. 

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

PS.  Wrote this trying to picture what a victim of domestic violence shared with me.

Commemorating 16 days of activism against GBV.