Painted smile, ironed clothes,
Brain runs wild - no one knows.
Another day, another mess,
Another night - compounding stress
Scraping, sifting, climbing,
Alarm bells ringing, chiming.
Staying silent, out of sight.
Ten wars, one soldier - no flashlight.
Used, confused and bleeding.
Stuttered whispers of what I’m needing.
Repeating, restarting, replaying.
"Someone please hear what I am saying"
Barricaded, chained; walls of internal defiance.
An unknown soldier shouts - “take off your mask, I’ve heard your silence”
About the Creator
Latisha Jean
Writing from observation, speculation, introspection and human connection.
Hope you enjoy xx
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