"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.
© 2002 by Zernalyn Palmares
|I smile, I laugh but I do not tell.|
Maybe someday... I will.
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