She

She lives in an egg shell, they tell her that was all she was expected to,

She reads books under the covers, of freedom, love and song

She dreams of a life that could have been, promising herself she would be nothing like her sisters were.

 

She writes a journal, she makes notes,

To bring silent justice to her unchanging fate;

She eats after she has served, but exhausted after a hard day’s work

She only drinks a glass of water and calls it a night.

 

She watches fair play being murdered, rights abused, values mocked

She pens it all on the toilet seat, waiting for the right time to blow its cover.

 

She sneaks out one night, making sure that even her toes don't tip,

She carries a vintage jute bag and her childhood one eyed bear,

Stealing smelly notes tucked under her oppressors pillow

She regrets nothing except the delayed act of time.

 

She smiles, for the first in years, as she boards the train, 

It matters not where she is going,

She is certain they will find her never

And if they do , they may torture her forever, 

But that's the chance she is willing to take....