She wakes—awake—awake again,
A body frozen, mind in pain.
Hands that struck,
Hands that stole,
Left her undone, never whole.
Shock, fear, shame -bloom-bloom-bloom
Her pulse a hammer, heart a tomb.
She flinches fast,
fists held tight,
The night is long, the day a fight.
Rage waits beneath her hollow chest,
She can’t feel it though - denied, suppressed.
She tries to reach - it slips away,
A spark that hides, then dies each day.
Why-why-why the echoes call,
Crushed as fists rise, fists fall.
Time stretches thin,
body still,
Her voice locked fast against her will.
Mirrors break, her eyes reflect,
Shards of self she can’t collect.
Roots twist deep beneath the earth,
Hollow, buried with self worth
She breathes,
she waits,
she cannot fight,
Pleading death will come each night
The storm within,
a coil,
a tide,
A fractured soul she cannot hide.
Yet in the shards,
something’s alight
What do I do to try ignite
the anger and the rightful rage,
to stop the pain and turn the page.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:02 AM UTC
She wakes—awake—awake again,
A body frozen, mind in pain.
Hands that struck,
Hands that stole,
Left her undone, never whole.
Shock, fear, shame -bloom-bloom-bloom
Her pulse a hammer, heart a tomb.
She flinches fast,
fists held tight,
The night is long, the day a fight.
Rage waits beneath her hollow chest,
She can’t feel it though - denied, suppressed.
She tries to reach - it slips away,
A spark that hides, then dies each day.
Why-why-why the echoes call,
Crushed as fists rise, fists fall.
Time stretches thin,
body still,
Her voice locked fast against her will.
Mirrors break, her eyes reflect,
Shards of self she can’t collect.
Roots twist deep beneath the earth,
Hollow, buried with self worth
She breathes,
she waits,
she cannot fight,
Pleading death will come each night
The storm within,
a coil,
a tide,
A fractured soul she cannot hide.
Yet in the shards,
something’s alight
What do I do to try ignite
the anger and the rightful rage,
to stop the pain and turn the page.