You can run
And you can hide,
But there he will be,
Standing by your side.

Claws of guilt:
They bring you under control.
With hidden tears of protest
You play your role.

He screams out his bloody cry,
Forcing your fear till the day you die.
Your silent rage is expressed as a smile,
Hating and despising him all the while.

In the day gifts are given,
At night he yells.
In your mind you are bed-stricken,
Yet your body moves well.

Calender checks progress the days,
And while desire tries to move you,
Here you stay.

Dare for more,
My lady,
There is so much more to reach.
Dare for more,
My lady,
First learn, then teach.