She is seated on a park bench,
Her breathing: shallow and rapid,
Her body: shivering with anger,
Hot droplets of sweat dripping from her brow,
Thoughts come at the speed of lightening.
Happiness, a faint memory of feelings extinct,
Replaced instead with a turbulent struggling soul,
Tears streaming, war raging, heart beating, still surviving.
Her vision blurred, her objective clear,
Anticipation, a distant distraction,
A glistening momentary clam, a release,
Unleashed is the frustration.
Unleashed is the pain.
Unleashed is the anger.
The warmth is calming,
It is comforting and silent,
She is smiling,
For finally she has freedom.