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The Ward

  I watch you all in the darkness, my own chest tight and uneasy. In this cold, quiet space, with only whispers in the air. My tasks to complete; every quarter of an hour, yet there are no clocks here. Asleep for now, are your demons resting? Or does the torture continue as you lie?…

Diligence

     Part 2: Domestic violence, leaves you alone; with less resources, under a microscope of scrutiny, becoming an at-risk family with at-risk kids; as viewed by society. Feels like, look sharp! every move, every thought, every prayer take care, you’re being watched it’s in the night, it’s in the air just one slip! and the…

Hideaway

Part 1. What domestic violence feels like when you are IN in. Part 2 about how society views you after discovery of DV, and Part 3 about recovery are forthcoming. It starts as a spark, as something someone said. Or like a lightning bolt— through your heart, of something someone did. A true revelation, a…

Silence

Scream into that wind, though your voice is unheard. Yell out into that silence, into that vast space of life. Speak of the ills, of the strife. Plead with wet eyes, to let your voice be heard. Add yours to all of those righteous, talking heads. And none are listening. So let it be known,…

Water Words

Those names we called, trying hard to draw blood. The pointed looks meant to cut and wound; the sneers, the laughter, thrown ’round like mud. In halls and on slippery river banks; never friends could be. Put our armor up, and formed our ranks; spread my hate for you, your hate, for me. The past…