I built my nest upon a hill
to gase at the striking view,
a spectrum of vibrant colours,
the seasons of my life renewed.
...amp...

This is something I wrote to commemorate the " International Day of the Elimination of Volence against Women, which was on November 25th..

I knew from his weight on the stairs
what was to become of me that night
But I had a plan, an exit, a way of flight
Our child was out of house, would never know
THAT is what I constantly told myself so...
And as HE banged the door against the wall
And tore off the blanket from my body
I pretended to be dazed, incoherently groggy
As his hand came down on me,
he suddenly fell backwards, quite sloppily
for he was far too drunk to see...
and when he grabbed my ankle as I tried to flee,
I used that bottle of pepper spray
you once gave me
I feverishly sprayed his eyes closed
Until that bottle dispensed no more
I fled as quickly as my feet could master
Down those steps faster and faster
I ran through the night, torn and shattered
to a place where I knew I would finally matter
To that shelter I used to walk by all those years ago
To a place of refuge, a home to mend my broken bones.
From that day on, I became another woman
I helped those who were once powerless, afraid and broken.
There is hope, you need to believe
You can stop the cycle, you can try to leave
...amp...




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You are authentic
You are brilliant,
Fashionably eccentric
And undoubtably resilient
But in my little world
I'll  protect you, baby girl
For you are slightly delicate
Like a long string of pearls
...amp..

Rage and Age,
do they align on the same page?
...amp

I used to cut my hair
for a new beginning, a newer look
to redesign the cover of this
simply- written opened book.

It seems necessity now cuts my hair,
leaving strands dull, blunt, no flair
a synonym of sorts,
sticking out here and there.
...amp

Sometimes the best way to say something
May be to say absolutely
nothing

...amp

Wrap her gullibility,
secure it with Charm
Leave it as forage,
for others to disarm
...amp...

The illumination of a snowflake
cut precisely from clear ice
Attracting other partners
they freeze together and
tumble through the sky...
...amp...

I'm scrutinizing a burnt red sky
holding steady in the midnight sun.
Its colours dancing and swirling
till they flee and the day is done
...amp

You crawl, you wind
You circle to find
A Strand of your life
Left behind...
...amp..

I like it here, the quiet, the stillness.
The tranquility drapes my skin, flushes out my soul.
I need to come here quite often to reassess my infinite desire to control.
For here, amidst the smell of earth and the rustling of leaves, I become a simple Being, I become once again, me.
...amp

Enclosed by a tunnel of branches
A slow breeze sets leaves free
Like feathers that sway and dance
I let go of the hold you've had on me.
...amp...

A trodden path through a flush
yet wilting forest
Its ground so often stampered.
The trees hover over our footsteps
leaving their leaves scattered...
I feel small and inconsequential
as I tread over their exposed roots,
their screams, I can only fathom
as we assault them with our boots.
...amp...

I tried to paint a picture
Overmixed instead of oversimplify
Now the colours resemble mud
Something I hope my eye will defy
...amp...

Someone once told me, if I were ever lonely, a book would be then my best friend.
And reading two or three simultaneously would feel like a party, squashing my solitude
and hopefully boosting my mood.

...AMP

My vacancy sign flashes in the night,
but love just drive on by...
And I wonder how I'll survive
in this empty room, my heart
left behind
...amp...