Stifled In Pain
My tears hang heavy tonight as, my forehead
tightens and wrinkles with a gnawing pain.
I stand motionless, grabbing my head with the
palms of my hands. Weary and sad, alone
whispering words for no one else to hear.
I’m swallowing the angry with every thought,
and hick upping anxiety as rage enters my
space. Begging my father, O God please
spare me this wretched pain. Light me a
candle so I can live again.
The dusty memory won’t leave me alone as
it violently keeps me awake. Now sleep avoids
my plea and a sea of darkness hovers over me.
what can a haunted woman do, when so many
sisters and brothers are crying too.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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