Home was
Puppy Love. First Love. Toxic Love.
Missing Love. No Love.
Young marriage. Playing house. Defective.
Suffocation. Sadness. Shame. Guilt.
Fists against flesh.
Black eye. Blue eye.
Heavy makeup eye.
Tongues of daggers and hurtful words.
Hateful Air.
I can not breathe.
Choked and Broken.
Bruises and Excuses. Holes in walls.
No hiding behind Locked doors.
Doors ripped from hinges.
Yelling kicking and screaming.
Help me.
Lies replacing cries.
Cancelled family ties.
Tell no one.
Pain.
Silence.
Numb.
Run.
Escape.
Liberation!
Inhale! Exhale! Breathe!
Hope returned!
Joy!
Bliss!
Rejoice! Rejuvenated!
Independent!
Self Love! Real Love! Healthy Love!
Peace is now Home!
About the Creator
Beginning of the Fall
Chapter 7: The Beginning of the Fall The higher you go, the harder you fall. The fall never begins with a crash. It begins with a wobble — a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the internal atmosphere. A moment where the altitude that once felt like freedom suddenly feels unstable. The air thins just a little too much. The light sharpens just a little too far. The speed becomes just a little too fast to sustain.
By Elisa Wontorcikabout 13 hours ago in Poets
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