My daughter wrote this when I decided to leave my marriage. She showed it to me when it was published. 

Separation

I escaped his hard, rough, grip,
I now can find myself, Separation

I escaped his hard, rough, grip,
I now can find myself,
I can run far,
Far away from all the troubles that he brings me.

He can do nothing to me now,
I am free,
Free from the fear,
The fear of him growing tired of me,
And simply, easily,
Running away to another woman.

Now,
I am flying above the world,
Like the beautiful dove,
Finally set free from its old rusty cage,
I can go anywhere
I can be anything.

I am above him now,
Happy with my life,
Something he will never be,
He has anger in his eyes,
As he wishes he could still have me tight in his hand.

I think back,
Back to the twenty years that I was locked in his trap,
And now,
Now I think to the future,
To the next twenty years,
I wonder what it has in store for me.

A new me,
A better me,
Away from his cage,
His trap,
His cold, empty soul.
No more worries,
Just freedom for my life,
I
Am
Free

Written by my daughter Autumn