Blood spilling, skin tearing, bones breaking
Glass shattering, dishes flying, doors crashing
Distant voices whisper: “Help me, Love me, I’m sorry, I forgive you…”
Staples, needles, casts, bandages; to hold and heal the broken body
Towels, soap, water, hammer and nails, glue; to fix the broken objects
Love, wished for, hoped for, pleaded for; withheld; no healing for the soul is here
Fear, Shame, Victim, Perpetrator, clamour at the door
Hiding, Crying, Blaming, are residents
Silence; a cloak to hold the soul.
A hand gently traces the edges of the scars from long ago.
Peace is real.