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Stockholm Syndrome

Artchelle Arcillas is an avid reader of poetry in all forms. She is a poetry contributor of Poets Unlimited, a poetry publication in Medium.

A woman caressed by the darkness

A woman caressed by the darkness

how surprising to witness
stars unfolding,
the once bethroted,
freed, liberalized to deprivation...
the path it took,
one i thought the right track...
how foolish,
i am the bait.

over the night,
the escapee cries out of joy,
holding a pen on hand,
papers aside,
look how neat it signs...
the daydreams,
the dream,
it hums a soulful song...

i am hushed to sleep.

'when will i see you?', i uttered
shaking fingertips
to the plea,
cut your trips,
'come back to me,
no thorn could prick
such lifeless skin ,'

the chatters,
a laughing matter, am i?
an unfolding beauty
without love
waiting to be hold,
i am an awaiting lover...

a starved actress
amidst feasting eyes.
indeed a fallen angel
truly not a shooting star.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

— Stephen Chbosky

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