Treads
Before I took a shoe to the face
there was fire in a bowl, ritual oath
no man will hurt me again
If only women could voice our fiercest wishes
and have them come true
Instead I wore the treads of a rubber sole
across my lips and cheeks,
tears tracking in that bumpy trail
Let us not speak of the next morning
when I woke up safe but shook anyway
There are wishes, memory and reality.
The hills and valleys painted on my face
exist as a map for all three
so I stopped silencing my bruises,
searching for the faces which were not turned away
I made no grand discovery
other than in the mirror
when my reflection made her wish with her eyes.
Wow well done. I’m here for you!
A powerful ode to survivors. Thank you for sharing.
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what an amazing words, really love this
This poetry is heart touching. @shawnamawna.