If I focus on my environment
I hear glass shatter
never broken window panes
behind closed doors
off narrow hallways
silent hues of amber
and dark red
stain
the frailty of me
I remain
I could run
vanish from my sanctuary
desensitise encounters
but my mind a web
of gnarled branches
untenable
I remain
My path
a narrow road that bends
sharp against the
sheer rock face
edges crumble downwards
as do I
my fate solidified
hoarse voice that screams
no more
I remain
I stay secluded
I stay quiet
wait till voices pass
watch the woods
hold on to what I know is real
adults teach their children
what have I been taught
I remain
©jmtacken Jan 2014
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As my brain could only work once this evening I wrote the above which I share with Angela at – Visdare http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/visdare-46-silhouette/#comments
and the team at DVerse OpenLinkNight of D’verse Poets Pub
Ramblings From A Mum 