Her Own Rhythm
To him she was just a rug,
There to always be stepped on.
To him she was incapable,
Incapable of ever surviving on her own.
He saw her as nothing,
And treated her as such,
But then she did the unthinkable.
She broke from her chains,
And began to run and dance to a rhythm of her own.
Filled with this new blissfully free world,
Anything could happen,
She could do anything,
She could be anything.
The rain washed away the pains of the past,
Opening up a new chapter for her to write.
Her future was now her own,
And she would enjoy and experience each moment of it,
Never to be chained again.