Inside My Wall
The stuff that hurt me
that grew inside the wall
has changed every moment
of how I live
There are certain things
which are sacred to me now
that meant nothing to me before.
Air, for instance.
“of course there’s air!” I used to think
and now, I’m so grateful
when air has nothing in it
My washing machine
who would’ve thought
this would become something
I would write about
I need to talk more
I need to say how critical it is
that I have a machine with no chemicals in it
a machine that can wash my clothes
with not one speck of a scent of anything
I can’t stop talking
it keeps me safe
it keeps me breathing
my sheets,
my underwear,
my towels,
my socks
my shirts and skirts..
That stuff inside my wall, 7 years ago
hurt me so bad
that air and a washing machine
are the things that keep me alive
that and thoughts of my sons.
This here feels safe enough to say it straight
If someone dares to hurt me again
I will shake with fear
but
Nobody touches my washing machine
and nobody puts things into my air
I’m just one woman
with such seemingly little requests
but they’re my life support
and I won’t Live without them
Please heed my request world
Bless me with what I need
some fresh clear air for my lungs
and my clean, untainted washing machine
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