Standing Ground
I
awake,
to movement
up the stairway,
along the hallway,
stealthily to my door.
I cower, crouch down, hidden.
Then hear the bedroom door unlatch,
hold tight my breath through purs-ed lips.
I know what's next, what's coming soon,
heart leaping from inside my chest,
air stagnant, thick with fears' emblaze.
Softly rocking back and forth,
eyes fixed toward the ground,
now, most surely found.
Beaten, knocked down,
yet still I -
choose to
STAND
MY
GROUND.
23/12/2022
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2022
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