I exist

She tries to trample my happiness

Every time I resist

The struggle has been going on

For ten long years

I don’t know when and how it will end

It is taking its toll on me

I laugh, but

I am also aware of

The hollowness within

I wish to vent my anger

But I resist

It is not going to lead anywhere

It will only unmask the façade

Of normality

That we carry with us

We are not free

Why are we thus burdened?

Forced to carry the weight thus

The present life does not provide answers

Perhaps we carry the burdens of our past

Oh God, Let this be the last life of

Her misery and ours.

12/08/09