The Lion's Den

I'm dying which I'm

Hiding with my

Smiling and I'm muffling my

Crying which you never hear.

I say

"I'm fine" but I'm

Lying and you believe the

Lie every

Time I tell it.

Maybe the hardest part of verbal

Abuse is having no

Bruises as evidence for the pain you

Took when your mind was

Shook and you could no longer

Look at your world falling to pieces.

Or maybe the

Hardest is when you're torn

Apart

Piece by piece.

It's so slow you can no longer

Seize the broken

Pieces that have been torn apart by the

Beast that won't seem to give up

Abusing until you're the one who's

Losing.

But

Maybe there's a place to

Hide that isn't

Inside the

Lion's den. One that will

Satisfy a need to be

Alone with room to

Roam so you don't have to

Worry about your tiny change in

Tone.

No longer walking on eggshells is a dream of

Mine that I'm waiting to

Find so one day I can

Cry and not because I'm feeling pushed

Aside

August 31, 2017