Deeply ingrained,
course reality shatter inwards,
uncovering silent speech,
to a voice listened in poetry,
pressed keys, my release.
Blue bruising purples the pain,
hidden from view,
shrouds the injustice,
in clever hands that handle the punch,
secretly unveiled.
Raw honestly fed the lies,
swallowed whole.
Picture faceless,
expression false,
shard mirror spliced,
for it was he who rolled the dice.
Fleeting moments,
Dance the spirit of heart,
opening bolted locks,
skeleton keys turning,
viewing reflections of a double life.
Calmness,
silent cries mimic once was,
their freedom,
trust earned in gentle touch,
my escape from caged aggression,
I turned to them, they knew....


thank you so much for the Gold and for hosting this wonderful prompt 








marina



36 old applause
