From where I sit
On my bed
At the world
Outside I peek
Wishing I were
Outside looking in
Instead...
For in being so
I would see
My own stark
Reality!
A mind bubbling
With creativity,
A heart
Bursting with
Love to give...
A soul longing to
Break free!
In a prison
Of glass and stone
I love
With not just
Lonesome
But abuse too
For company...
Such I'll get
Companions
For no one
I wish
None deserve
This!
My heart, it hurts
With every
Abusive line
And word...
My mind reels
From harshly spoken
WordsQ
While my body
It staggers
From the invisibly
Inflicted wounds...
Fear is in me
Who shall
Protect me?
So, from my spot
On the bed
At the world I
Look out...
Wondering if ever
Someone from the
Outside will, look
In on me
And from the shackles
I have written of
Set me free...
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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