The red ink
spatters upon the page
like blood
The truth
should be seen
not hidden inside
like a cancer
There is no transcript
no evidence
no witnesses
The mental anguish
hidden from public view
Nothing tells the world
who you truly are
There is no one
to judge you
at least not
here on Earth
Let my words
speak
for those who cannot
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
*This was inspired by my writing buddy and Dear Friend, Chuck over
at The Reluctant Poet. Thank you Chuck, for your kindness, encouragement
and most of all for your friendship.
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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This is incredibly powerful. And so so true for too many women.
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Sadly, yes. Thank you, Audrey.
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