Ink of My Shelter


Oh, a storm is threat'ning my very life today... If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away - Rolling Stones


I crawl into ink
where pain has
no blood stains
and agony is
anesthetized
with poetry.

Torment penned
on confession’s diary
shelters me from
the needle points
of terrifying silence.

Folded into butterflies
I send my voice on wings
praying the world outside
my prison will rescue me.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

For all those who must shelter in place with abusers...May you be heard...May you be rescued.

Inspired by Carrie Thackeray Van Horn's Shelter prompt at Word Crafters

Comments

  1. I adore every stanza but the last one stole my heart!!

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  2. What a gorgeous lockdown poem, deeply emotive, i can crawl right in there with your ink strokes

    Happy Sunday

    much love...

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  3. I read online about people who are shelter in place with domestic abuse. My heart goes out to them and like you, I too wish that they may be rescued. This is a powerful poem! 💝

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  4. Voicing your prayers (or writing them) is surely a path toward their fulfillment.

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  5. A poignant voice from a terrifying scenario.

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  6. Most of us hate change unless we are the ones that make the changes!

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  7. i agree...writing makes the world go fine... i love your poem there. Nice write!

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