It always starts with a first time.

Richmond Road

And now for today’s cheerful topic.

Domestic violence.

This inspiration came from Zeina, Here, but she wasn’t talking specifically about domestic violence, just about bullying (isn’t that sort of the same?) So, it’s not her fault. Or mine, I hasten to add. But maybe it’s everyone’s fault if we don’t speak up about it.

So I am.

***

Hardly felt. The first time

Dealt this bitter pill

Still. The worst time

Without it, there would never have been

another.

Nor time to recover

For another. Unseen

This line between

us

The fuss

At night. This fight

That nobody won

Nobody right

Everything wrong

Do I belong?

Far from the light. Far from the sun

Hidden in this dark space

No trace

Of the love that led me here

No choice. No voice

That says no

Only the fear

That keeps it so

***

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