Acrimony had taken the backseat, patience driving her over time; She used the same hands to wash things now that were used to get her rides over the line. She had become an afflicted shadow of her resolute, tenacious self; Scratches on her, only this time it was not a fall, but a hand the reason. She tried to put a foot through the ceiling of her rage for the man who raised her; Not realizing her tolerance was trying to break loose from the hasp of oppression deep inside. The vile hands came again to clutch her, only to be surprised; As she twisted it, breaking bones in the process. The scream resounded throughout, suppressing the sounds of shackles breaking; She was free finally, not from him, but from her inhibitions, from HERSELF. A woman is always stronger than the limit she sets for herself. The restrictions if removed, the heights to which a woman can reach are immeasurable. The physical strength of a man is meant to protect not hurt. Domestic violence and the depression that it leads to should be talked. Thank you Aakriti Yashwardhan for nominating me. Idk if I've done enough justice to it. But thanks. #YQbaba #YQdidi #love #violence #will #challenge #hitback #recall #life #boostthyself
