June 1, 2008 - Sunday

Flexwriters Sunday Brunch Topic.... Category: Writing and Poetry Secrets behind walls, behind smiles, His bruising hands, his lips full of denial, Crashing down, like a crashing car, I wonder about my children, Can they see this, And where they are, Silently this becomes my muse, A statistic in a case of abuse, I have come to far for this, This fury this rage is his, Letting go this time, Was easier than before, As I close a once open door. SG Please visit Flexwriters Sunday Brunch...