cydniey - the choices

it is so much easier to see the abuse from a distance, once it's over and you are safe again The Choices I anticipated death, but instead took freedom. I compromised so long . . . and don't much, Anymore. You thought I wasn't good enough you thought You were better. Better than what? Better than rape, maybe. I made that choice thinking It was the last. Something stopped me from Rolling over dead. Maybe a magic dragon hovered Right above my head. Just long enough for me To make the next choice. I wasn't as unhappy as I should have been With you. I gave up before I saw how easily I could have fought because I believed I was the trash you Loved me as. Trash like who? The people you know? Maybe I accepted that idea assuming It was right. Something stopped me from Rolling over dead. And, no way was it anything you May have said. But it was enough to make The right choice.