she must get to sleep!
in less than an hour
bloody birds will peep
chirping away with joy
waiting for a new dawn
but,
for an insomniac
their fervor makes her yawn
sometimes makes her go mad!
still
she must sleep
in four hours the alarm will buzz
grating at her every pore
beep beep beep beep beep
digging deep under her skin
annoying bleeping thing!
today she returns to work
a five day break she took
away from tears
away from pain
away from fears
abusive grownups
hurting them in vain
controlling
and narcissistic
crushing vulnerable souls
killing all their hopes
sometimes they want to die
it seems
their only way
out of such misery...
unless
her colleagues and she
together with the youth
they choose
another plan
they’ll live on one condition
those bleeping grownups
will be reported
the cops will come
and bring their troops
youth workers and the like
and yet,
more time will run its course
over days and weeks and months
until this youth is truly safe
from physical,
sexual
and emotional harm
but n’er from their nightmares
and not from all their wounds
no, indeed that takes
an entire lifetime
they’ll start the healing process
a little bit here and there
a break for a while
trying to ignore the pain
reprieve from all those memories
and on and on it goes
the victim pays a lifetime
assailant n’er enough time!
who said life’s even fair?
the wounded try to mend
their broken and bruised souls
abusers lick their wounds
playing victim of their sins
pleading time they've served,
too bad, they'll usually win!
who said life’s even fair?
...one last yawn,
reciting her Hail Mary's
an Act of Contrition
and prays for a better day.
(c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06
edited April 17, 2019
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Really strong writing! Your writing has improved so wonderfully over the past years. I’m very impressed. 🙂
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Ah shucks, [she looks down at her feet blushing]
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Lol so modest 😀
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So much truth.
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