She is an epitome of serene dignified poise and elegance

Like the calm bay that flows by the window with no unruly waves

Her stoic countenance devoid of expression is like a clean sheet

Not a frown or a wrinkle mars the smooth  clear brow

Not a reflection of the storms raging within her mind

Only her eyes ,the mirrors of the soul, tell a tale of melancholy

Her misty eyes are testimonies of grief and despair

In her distant past half forgotten lie buried skeletons

Now those bygone days of terror seem like a foray into a nightmare

As if it had happened to someone else , in another lifetime

She recalls with a shiver the torture she had endured

He was not her love, and he loved her not yet with lust

Hurling as waves of passion in his roving gaze

He crushed her ravaging her body and soul

As she mutely tolerated his brutal filthy touch

But on finding a way of escape one day she fled the cage

Like a canary flying away into the azure heavens of liberty

And commenced life with a new identity 

With the past buried like corpses in silent graves

But every face that looked twice at her face, every sound in the night

Brought back a flood of terror to the threshold of life

Her mind in abeyance between zenith of forgetfulness

And the nadir of the terror of remembrance

For it was something too disturbing to recall and to hard to forget…