By Monica C. Voskamp 

Hear the words of my heart

Screaming silence

Hear the echoing of pain

Deafening roar.

 

No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

It’s high time I looked

Offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more will you hurt me.

 

See the beauty

Maddening loss

See the innocent

Ruined furniture.

 

Objects of selfish

Pride and lust

Greed and hate

Hear the innocent cry,

Atomic bomb.

 

No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I look offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more will you

Ever hurt me.

 

Colours splattered

Bruises made

Foundations cracked

Heritage lost.

 

What does it matter

When the past

Entangles, cripples innocent

While the offenders

Walk out.

 

No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I look offenders in the eye

No more no more

No more dare you hurt me.

 

Piecing together

Burning Ashes

Creating abstract art.

Recreating her

Present chaos

Making loss

Astounding gain.

 

Lost whisper

In the wind

Bleeds into a song

Resilience, hope

Strength to carry on.

 

She raises her

Ashes charred

A mesmerizing

New beauty.

 

She raises her

Soul patched

Work of Art

New beginning.

 

No more, No more

No more times to hurt me

I leave offenders cruelty

No more, no more

This, my goodbye.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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