Wrists and arms welted with prints
Indented with the fingers’ grasped tints
Pinkish white where the blood flow stopped
In the moments when temperament chopped
Hands twisted and wrung red and black
Skin and bones stretch and crack
Nails scratch and itch for distraction
Digging in and pinching to prevent reaction
Mouth opening and closing tight again
Trying to stop the rampage of words of stain
Teeth grinded against and clamped hard
Bottom lip chewed and bitten down barred
Intentions met on mutual ground
Dispute and disdain eventually found
Forgiveness extends his hand
But forgetfulness doesn’t approach this land
Rash words collide in tensed surroundings
Ones which seem only destroyed by chainsaw’s revving
But with a swift and simple slip and snip
Brings upon tornados and hurricanes’ fury trip
The results are what matter most
The ends summarize all that is necessary to post
Symbolizing and summarizing all that went in between
Obvious despite all the intricacies left unspoken and unseen
Fallen into a routine
Left to suffer as they attack and demean
Fallen into belief and concede
Words can kill and bleed
Dare to speak up and reprimanded
Dare to act out and shredded
Dare to confess and treaded
Dare to simply be and beheaded
But does this constant batter mean to no longer try?
Will you no longer reach for the sun, moon, stars, and sky?
Would you be oppressed and made to comply?
Does vulnerability and tears means a weakling supply?
No, we will speak up and defend ourselves and more
We will act out for those who cannot take what’s in store
Our voice cannot be shadowed, muted pleas
We stand as we are and speak as we please
Dare to be and dare to change
Routine horrors should not be arranged
Dare to try and fall but get back another time yet
Because it shows them that your life is not in stone set
