Chains

The marks wrapped around her wrist,
tells a story, a story we are not prepared to hear.
She doesn't tell you the story,
and she keeps her scars covered up,
she doesn't enjoy talking about it.
Because, it's not the scars that she caused.
She remembers being afraid, afraid for her life,
Being tied up, in chains, and bound-to a bed for day's,
is what she remembers and winces at the memory.
She nearly cries by the end of the day.
No one else knows her secret.
For it was something she's always kept hidden.