Another strikeA Poem by Katarzyna Slade
I scream shrilly and still I am unheard,
I feel trapped and consumed, like a caged bird. And like a caged bird I have lost my song. Anything I say these days seems to be wrong. Another night sat in the dark, soon you'll be home, And as I await your return, the fear comes in, I feel completely helpless and alone. I know what mood you'll be in, I know it won't be pleasant, My confidence and fight you've taken from me, Like feathers plucked from a pheasant. I hear the key turn in the door. I know in a few minutes time, I will be begging you, "no more". You enter the room now with a rage covered face. Slowly and angrily you begin to pace. You turn to me, I know what's coming. Hands trembling my heart begins to race. I look down and face the floor. I can not challenge you, in strength I'm poor. Then comes that expectant strike. It lands heavy and comes from the usual right. I'm too exhausted, against you I can not fight. These days I don't raise my hands to protect, I figured long ago there's no point, I let the hits connect. I know it'll be over soon, your fury will be fed. Then after you'll tell me your sorry and skulk off to bed. I tell myself you can break my bones and bruise my skin, But you will never break these walls built deep within. And when tomorrow comes I shall brave another day, For my soul, hope and heart is something you'll never break.
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Added on February 19, 2012Last Updated on September 10, 2013 AuthorKatarzyna SladeEssex, England, United KingdomAboutFacebook : Katarzyna Kate Slade Instagram: pretty_lies_ugly_truth more..Writing
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