Hostage Trophy

I was a hostage
A trophy upon a mantle
Not free for the living of life
Induced my wall with mirrors
Now you have all the control

In dreams stars fall
Cold mirrors reward my stair
Repairing the configuration of my eyes
Sleeping views change this sad story’s end

I look and see my shape
Then know that I am fine
But waking I feel your gaze
Holding me hostage without reward
A story of trauma for so many today
Trophy wife or mantle husband
Living without acceptance
Understanding or repair

In dreams my star falls
In ancient cold mirrors
My reward stairs at me
A new configuration of my body
Sleep’s view changes my sad end