Where the Broken Go

White Wall

She stands there staring,             

At the same empty white wall.

Never moving, never daring,

In case she gets that call.

Her knees weak and hands shaking,

Her heart pounding in her chest.

The powder from the sheetrock is making,

Everything a mess.

Her mind keeps recreating,

That scenario in her head.

She stands there anticipating,

Everyone says he’s dead.

The freedom she feels is rare,

And the moment is hers to declare.

Life is again hers to spare,

But move she doesn’t dare.

Her eyes move across that wall,

As she wonders about…

What if it were to fall,

And then everyone figured it out?

Could she deal with what they would say,

The hurtful words and glares?

They would have no choice but to lock her away,

Or put her to death in the electric chair.

Her mother would cry tears of shame,

And tell everyone she’s a disgrace.

Her father would feel he was to blame,

For not rescuing her from that horrible place.

She could take a beating no more,

As the bruises began to fade…

Staring at the dust on the floor,

Next to the bag of concrete and the spade.

There’s joy in her tears tonight,

As down her face they fall…

She’ll keep the secret sealed tight,

There in that empty white wall.