The Distorted Reflection
Just one touch shattered my courage,
With the sharp sting behind his glare
Was enough to resist opposition,
Along with every violation, he chiseled away
Fragments of my soul, I became the
Submissive object obeying commands
Each time I remained barren on his bed,
As he took what wasn’t his.
Just one word broke my confidence
Each time he savored another girl
Was the first time I stopped believing
In what I could be capable of
Because he worshiped what wasn’t his,
Never valuing what was.
Cunning and brutal were his words,
As they penetrated my defenses.
Even worse, his theoretical banter
Muddled my belief system
Using the confines of his,
I forgot who I once was.
Through the scope of his control
Foolishly I cowered, never snapping back.
I always returned and betrayed myself
When the old me would never reconsider.
As I approached the vanity for one last time
My reflection returned in waves,
Rippled by disparities between the girl
I once could recognize opposed to the defective
Image relayed back to me.
I sought liberation from the authority
Of his command, by displaying courage
I defied control with unrelenting strength.
When I learned of the power of my words
He feared the affliction I could cause.
Consequently, I became unfettered and
determined.