Closed door
He fiddles her inside
Fluting a tune
She despise
Caressing her
Stripping her of her pride
All she has left are scars to hide
Silent
Bewitched by fear
On the spot
She’s left Dumb
Mute
Like Maya Angelo
Her torture was so severe
Unable to speak
To cry
She could only scribble
Pain, hurt, shame
On paper
Jumbled thoughts
Flash backs
Poetry became her friend
Who only spoke back
What she wrote
But all this time
The unspoken wanted to be heard
Exposed
To break the surface of the water
The pain that was disposed
It wanted to speak.

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Christena AV Williams
Jamaica W.I