THE PAIN SHE REFUSED TO SHARE π

SHE BEARS IT ALONEπ’ Looking through her radiant and beautiful face, you can barely see the pain, because she had learn to hide it. She move despite the hurt, the torture, the bruises, the agony, the sleepless night, the humiliation. Just like crying in the rain, no one sees the tears, it is washed down with the rain, but does it erase it? The pain in the soul more than the pain from the wounds, the burden she carries more than the loads on her head. The grieving woman Tears has become part of the fluid she takes and in all of this everyone still expect her to be strong. Alas, it is time to speak up, to cry out aloud, to seek help, to complain, to tell everyone, to leave.... You only live to tell your stories,π’ because the dead cannot speak, you need to speak NOW! To every woman, enduring any form of abuse, it's time to LEAVE to LIVE. βοΈ Prisca Ojiobianu #sweetmotherhood