Barren Womb
Bruised, the barren womb shrinks, birthing generations you leave bloodless.
Read more →Violence's memory endures, a fragile spirit struggling with anxiety, making healing an elusive, deepening myth
How vulnerable you become,
how fragile.
Bouts of anxiety creep in
every day, every night.
Healing becomes a myth,
when the memory of violence,
echoes from
the dark alleys of mind.
You squirm in pain,
uninvited tears
swell up your eyes
in anticipation.
The memory of violence never fades away
it grows profound,
day by day, night by night, year by year.