If Her Walls Could Talk
Tortured heart falls in pieces to the floor
of a broken home. Fear hides; the hollow
chest caves like walls in wake of terror. Doors
slam; screams lunge, strangled in silence. Swallow
the pill of deceit 'til numbness follows.
Black and blue fades to purple behind dark
glasses. Paisley wallpaper cloaks shame, marks
of frailty, an attempt at occlusion.
Her natal star gleams; she knows not her arc
of strength. If walls could expose seclusion...
If only she escaped, lifted the veil;
if only her walls could help and not jail.
If only the fear would die at first dawn;
if only the walls were friends to lean on.
written September 10, 2012 for If These Walls Could Talk contest
*dizain rhyme scheme ending in two couplets.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012