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SofiaBelhadj Jul 2016
I'm Stumbling Blind
                       Reaching for a Familiar,
          Friendly Face;
That isn't there.
SofiaBelhadj May 2016
Leaving a mess of a trail
Everywhere I go,
I a wild storm wreaking havoc.
SofiaBelhadj Apr 2016
The hand strikes 12
Brandishing its ringed mark,
Twelve times,
12 cries out
As it is hit repeatedly,

The hand passes,
Leaving 12 exhausted,
With the mark of the hand
Red on 12s face.
SofiaBelhadj Apr 2016
My cheeks red with heat and pain,
stained wet with tears
as the ringed hand
beats down on me.
That is how my mornings begin.

Aches and exhaustion carry me
to school, until I reach my seat at
my assigned desk and bawl,

Everyone sees
But no one cares.

I hide away from uncaring, unkind eyes

"stop crying! you stupid child.
Whats the matter with her?!
Grow up!
"

My mind reeling from painful
words lashed at me.

When I finally emerge,
With my eyes swollen
It's as if nothing has happened.
SofiaBelhadj Apr 2016
The bruise grew within days
Like a dark mushroom engulfing the canvas
In a rich mess of colours. Like a
Chaotic sunset it spread,
Singing as it left its mark.
SofiaBelhadj Apr 2016
The mornings are the same,
Nightmares and blurred dreams,
I am so heavy
I cannot lift myself from these
Sleep bound, conscious
Traps.
Struggling
To break free

My arms are so weak
They cannot bear the weight
Of my body,
I am dragged under
Held by a mighty
Rock.

— The End —