I close my eyes so I would not see
I cover my ears hoping to drown out my fears
I stay silent not to seem defiant
I do not want to rock the boat
Where else would I hang my coat?
So I make myself numb as I listen to the beat of his drum
Maybe this state of denial is doing more harm than good
Maybe I should speak up and not just sit here like wood
This illusion, this fantasy, is so far from my reality
How many more sleepless nights?
How many more unnecessary fights?
I’m so tired of pretending
I’m so weary from constantly defending
My pillow is no longer used for sleeping
It’s new purpose – to conceal my weeping
Things aren’t getting any better
Inner strength I must foster
To improve my life and make it better.
By: Cherylene Nicholas