Slammer
My heart aches.
My mind races round and round the merry go-round.
Fear suffocates.
I scream, “Lock me up,”
“Can’t you see the stab, stab, stab that I inflict upon my self?”
But, no sounds escape my lips.
And, they marvel over my strength and tenacity.
So I drag foot-to-foot, hand to hand forward.
“Should I turn myself in”, I ask?
If I go, will I be able to come back?
Tack, tack, tack, the nails are pound into the wall one by one.
posted by Baji @ Sunday, July 30, 2006
4 comments
4 Comments:
Baji this is beautiful. You wrote this didn't you? This is beautiful and so eloquently captures what haunts so many of us. Thanks.
is mil still there?
ouch, those nails! i can hear them! :)
you may not be able to come back... but you will always be able to move on, inshallah.
so MUCH of a woman's life is enduring, accepting, resigning... you suffer when you fight what comes your way (though of course often you must fight anyway). i guess all we can do is turn that into our strength...
long time no post. Hope you're okay. I wrote a post recently about inlaws and the relationship to sons. Curious your take on it... hang in there sweetie.
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