I stepped into the unknown
when I entered through those doors.
Nothing seemed familiar to me anymore
I caught a perfume I couldn’t recognize
My fingerprints were covered by another ones
I couldn’t sleep because
the pillow couldn’t adjust to my head
The mattress was bumpy
I found myself holding my breath
praying that it was all my imagination
I pushed it down
those thoughts
I silenced them
together with my cries
I soaked my hands in tears
banged my fist through the wall
and apologized for leaving a hole
My territory became a minefield
I walked on the tips of my toes
like a ballerina
I danced around your fraud
So gracious
So feminine
A stupid little girl
scared of ending it.
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At the beginning of this piece. I was wondering what unknown you stepped into, but gradually as I walk the lines with you, I began to feel that sting of surprise, betrayal, and sadness that you have carefully expressed within this piece.
Heartbreaks can be very heart breaking, but depression isn’t the way to go.
Thanks for sharing. 🤗