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. 💕
*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@korpa
Oh my!
Let’s hope smart Homo Sapiens exist once agin!
No more screaming silence!
So delicate.
Thanks so much!
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Thank you for your words 🙂
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