Escape

I saw the line, I saw the hook,
But somehow I didn’t think,
I’d ever fall for it,
To me it seemed like just a game,
I could always swim away,
But somehow I got too close,
And got caught upon the hook,
I struggled to get away from it,
But the more I tried,
The deeper the hook did seem,
To dig into my flesh,
The line was long and the more I swam,
Into deeper waters I did get,
But still there was no escape,
From the hook that had slipped into my flesh,
It’s slowly getting darker now,
The sun has lost its shine,
I hope the hand that holds the line,
Will be kind enough to me,
To draw in the line, remove the hook,
And somehow set me free.

Author: marvaseaton

Marva Seaton is a Mom, Author, Blogger, and Poet. She is passionate about issues concerning woman and tries to highlight stories of those suffering abuse. She strongly believes in fairness, equality, and the empowerment of women. View all posts by marvaseaton