Listen

Can you hear me?
My cries in the night,
Are you listening
to the agony of my pain?
My sorrow festers -
Bleeding through my brokenness;
Sores oozing:
Ripe from the years of injustice
I've suffered.
Can you hear my whispers?
Shh! I'm quieted.
No one can know.
No one would believe.

Can you really see me?
Look through the window of my soul:
They are dark with regret - Bruised against the hardened
Walls of my heart.

Hope? Ignorance? Believing a better tomorrow would come;
It’s an illusion
Just like my smile
That dissipates with a beating from reality.

Can you feel me,
Touch my weakness?
My spirit has been driven away.
Hollowness resides where my innocence once was.
Kisses upon my frame -
Upon this hollow vessel;
Cheapened by my father's derogatory acts,
I know no love.
I am victim-daughter.
Prisoner.

Can you free me?

Copyright ©2008 by Kizanne James