The corridors are long and dark,
Demons linger, their meanings stark.
Passing doors where shadows lay in wait,
Full of anger and venomous hate.
There is no hope of escape,
Confronting the memories of violence and rape.
Feeling afraid and forever lost,
Her survival comes with a very high cost.
With no light to follow
or guides to rely on
She continues alone,
Her sanctuary unknown.
Dark is her enemy, the light is too strong,
Everything highlights all that is wrong.
She seeks compassion and care
she seeks comfort and repair.
She is damaged and broken,
Her fate is unknown,
deep wounds are left raw and unspoken.
Memories are nightmares and flashbacks replayed
Time still passes but the pain will never fade.
She needs to find her solace along the way,
Can hope possibly give her this day?
No one can see the madness she faces,
No one is able to visit these places.
For this is her walk deep within her mind
The atrocities and torture remain her only bind.
Although no can see the pain she endures,
And platitudes are lost over the dragon that roars.
Her mind is a maze of bitter twists and turns,
The pain is like fire leaving its burns.
Onwards she trudges in her daily fight
No one understands her, although try as they might.
She has to believe that she will get well
That demons will die,
and she will leave this hell.
For she believes that peace awaits her and she has to be strong,
She has to rise above all that is wrong.