Painted smile, ironed clothes,
Brain runs wild - no one knows.
Another day, another mess,
Another night - compounding stress
Scraping, sifting, climbing,
Alarm bells ringing, chiming.
Staying silent, out of sight.
Ten wars, one soldier - no flashlight.
Used, confused and bleeding.
Stuttered whispers of what I’m needing.
Repeating, restarting, replaying.
"Someone please hear what I am saying"
Barricaded, chained; walls of internal defiance.
An unknown soldier shouts - “take off your mask, I’ve heard your silence”
About the Creator
Latisha Fairfull
Writing a record for my inner child and the woman I am still learning to stand beside.
Not poetry for answers,
But poetry for breath,
For noticing,
And choosing to live from the inside out.
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