Her tears were stained in the collar she wears
She thought trust was to play
But abuse was trails of loyalty in mind games
The soilder in a collar
Ever breathe blessed to breath
The water torment
The choke out in to many to bleed
The slow process of healing on her own
Light therapy helped
Learned to forgive and embrace
Know it's her own race
She learned and overcame
Best and well trained
Rough around the edges
Relearning again