"Flight into Summer" painting by Mike Mahon

Maybe Some Day

I screamed in pain as my cheeks throbbed.
He pushed and pushed too hard.
I feel my head crash to a wall.
Again I hear the silence of that fall.

My body all tired to fight.
My spirit broken and torn.
I welcome the blank aftermath,
My mind will box and shelf all these.

Someday ... maybe I will tell,
The tale I have but kept,
Hidden in this treasure chest.
Of the times my soul has wept.
And no one heeded my cry.

I smile, I laugh but I do not tell.
Maybe someday... I will.

© 2002 by Zernalyn Palmares

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