Monsters
Do not speak to me of freedoms lost
Until you have watched
A mother drop to her knees
And scream so loud
it comes out silent
And it is deafening
Because even though there is no breath
Left in her to carry the sound
Everything decibel of her grief
wraps itself around your throat
as you try desperately to remain serene
Knowing after that door is closed
Your news delivered
She will stare into a dark closet for hours
Wishing she could protect her baby
from the monsters out here as easily as the ones in there.
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