A journey to freedom

Trod, trod, trod, his boots thundered across the hallway,

It was night, and he was back home, casting a shadow of dismay.

He called my name from the doorway, his presence a heavy weight,

I lay there, hoping it was a dream, an escape from this cruel fate.

I despised him, his image a repulsion to my mind,

I feigned sleep, praying for a miracle, some relief I could find.

He approached the bedroom door, his steps filled me with disdain,

And as he pulled the covers, I rose from my fake sleep.

"Oh, babe, you're home," I said, masking my inner turmoil,

He inquired about my day.

I lied, as I always did, pretending all was fine,

But inside, I screamed, longing for a different sign.

I rose to prepare his meal, a prisoner in my own home,

He demanded coffee, his anger a tempest to roam.

I turned to the kitchen, unaware of his vile intent,

And as I faced him, his slap left my cheek rent.

I fell to the ground, bleeding, tears mixing with pain,

His rage knew no bounds, a beast in a human's chain.

I cried out, but no one heard, no one came to my aid,

Alone, I faced his wrath, his violence unafraid.

He called his mother, a twisted tale of lies he spun,

Painting me as the aggressor, his deeds he sought to shun.

I knew then I was alone, in a world so unjust,

Where the law turned a blind eye, and my cries turned to dust.

I longed for my homeland, where justice wasn't a lie,

Where warmth greeted you, and truth lit up the sky.

But here, in this foreign land, I was trapped in his grip,

A prisoner of his rage, in a never-ending trip.

As dawn broke, I vowed to break free, to escape this living hell,

To use my savings as a lifeline, from this nightmare's spell.

For I refused to be a victim, to let him have his way,

I would find my strength, and reclaim my life, come what may