Sobbing,
Breaks the silence,
Screams echo,
Through the narrow passage of life,
Uncontrollable rage,
Self Destruction.
Darkness Overwhelming,
She lies calmly,
In deep slumber,
Alone, but not quite.
Her door slightly ajar,
A flash of light,
Glinting brightly
Reflecting the blade.
She wakes from peaceful sleep,
One eye opens,
Then squints shut again,
False sense of security.
The silver blade plunges,
A cry is heard,
But not noticed,
And nobody cares.
Television report
"A girl is murdered"
"Unknown killer"
A statistic.
Yet meanwhile back at home,
Mother stands up,
Washes the knife,
And prepares for tea.
Innocence
She sleeps silently,
Alone in her thoughts
Of innocence,
Calming her,
Relaxing her,
A sense of security.
Yet the silence echoes,
The unmistakable presence
Of evil,
His eyes on her,
Watching her,
Waits to make his move.
A thin shard of light,
The cold, harsh blade
Of white
Cuts through her,
Penetrates her,
Shattering her peace.
She is jerked awake,
By the extreme pressure
Of him,
Holding her,
Forcing her,
Against her consent.
The bright light dances,
The whirring dance
Of pain
Enters her,
Overtakes her,
Trespasses on her soul.
She attempts to escape,
But the blinding light
Of man,
Steals her,
Takes from her,
What she did not wish to give.
Tiny voices.
Whispering.
Sharp quick sounds
Like tiny pin pricks
Poking and prodding
Interfering,
Disturbing
the quiet solitude.
She sits alone.
A cold
Hard shell
Silent,
Empty,
Amongst the millions
Of tiny voices.
A compulsory barrier
No other choice
But to ignore.
Ignore the realities.
Ignore the truth,
Ignore the harsh embarrassment
Of being alone.
The voices continue
Oblivious,
Can’t see her pain
Won’t see her pain.
Too busy
In their own tiny lives.
Voices recurring
A painful reminder
Of exclusion
Separation
Alone
Amongst a multitude
Of tiny voices.
A quiet word is uttered
Nervous,
Hesitant
Hopeful,
Wishing for recognition
Or at least an answer.
The voices laugh
Mocking her insecurities
Her barrier down,
Raw, red flesh,
Exposed,
No longer hidden
No longer protected.
The sea roars
Rises up
the white wave of shame
Crashes down
Washing away dignity,
Leaves the rock
Visible to the outside world.
She again retires,
But her shell is broken,
A shattered reminder
Of her attempt,
Her attempt at life,
Failed,
Destroyed.