Her anxiety grew- a palpable dread as she faced another day on the farm Every movement was a torment- her muscles protesting the heavy work A fleeting moment of defiance- a spark of rebellion in her eyes But the shadows loomed- a constant reminder of her captivity She swallowed hard- the metallic taste of despair on her tongue She endured- her spirit slowly eroding under their relentless assault They took her- again and again- until she felt nothing She was broken- a mere shadow of her former self Deep within her- a spark refused to be extinguished Her body bore the marks of their cruelty- a canvas of her suffering They could control her body- but her thoughts remained her own She longed for revenge- a burning desire for retribution She found a sliver of peace- a moment to herself Her mind replayed the horrors- a never-ending loop of pain Another day- another violation- the cycle continued Her body was theirs- but her will remained unbroken The garden of anxiety bloomed- a testament to her suffering The lingering taste of despair- a constant companion She would find a way- a path to freedom from this Anxiety Garden The path to liberation was long- but she would walk it