In my haven you will find
christmas photos in a bind
for it is a favourite festival of mine;
cakes, gifts, santa and red wine.
In those pictures you will see,
my family and I smiling in glee.
minds of pearls, one of a kind;
winter feud left behind.
But zoom in high enough,
and you will see all hidden stuff.
Rainbow scars all hurting the same,
playing hide and seek; a cruel game.
A celebration of a gory
grief striken war victory
for we are living yet another day.
Days too many, an unpaid stay.
If you hush and try to listen
beyond carol and lights that glisten,
you would hear cries of bitter pain
and splat of blood on floor that will surely stain.
The winter cold bites skin
Makes us cover all sins,
Muffles our throat so tight
We give up without a fight.
Snowcapped shoulders standing strong,
Fossils hidden too deep since too long.
Everyone knows what lies beneath
yet they talk in verses, mirth underneath.
The little polaroid moment you see
has never ever been a reality.
And me? I chase death every day.
but my lack of permit makes me stay (put).
~17/10/24 EH ©
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Word count - 199 | Edited- 23/10/24 |
Lines - 14
I have seen quite a few domestic abuse cases up close. I don't know where to start.
And so I am just leaving this at that.
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