Her tiny cuts across the skin 

drops of blood glistening

she breathing in 

then lets out

pent up stress that she shouts out

words spoken no one hears

the pain inside

that screams in her ears

too much said time and time again

one more action one more sin

taken for granted or overlooked

not understanding what all this took

time is passing the dawn is near 

her day begins once again

words spoken on deaf ears they fall

walking in circles within these walls.


—Helen Rich


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