Here I am,
In this box.
The cowardice of silence
The fantasy of freedom,
A solace so dear.
The slumber of courage
Loud sounds of violent hatred
The suppression of one's voice,
An obituary to a marriage.
A soul dead yet alive,
Denouncing one's hurt.
The panel beating,
Of one's soul,
As right for payment.
Justification of bounds
Binding one never to speak
Bitterness and rage,
A strong medicine for pain.
The clock ticking,
Waiting for my body's carriage.
Alive but dead
Killing one's embodiment of joy
Freedom,
Freedom,
I wait for you,
I long for you,
Yet you cometh not.
This poem highlights domestic violence in marriages and what domestic violence does to one in a marriage.