Poetry On Odyssey: I Did It

I couldn't get free.

Trapped, I hung on to the abuse.

Mistaking it for love.

It was subtle,

but deadly.

It was crafty,

and deceitful.

It was captivity,

hence illusional.

Yes,

I did it.

I said no.

I did it.

I said go.

I did it.

Because God loves me more.

Nichole Shirell Webpage

The Gift

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