What is the aftermath of abuse?
What is that invisible noose?
It’s dealing with the repercussions.
It’s ever-growing isolation.
No night or day,
every day a day of gray.
Each day a crushing squeeze
draining your life until you bleed.
The hope that slipped away so long ago
reinforced in the silence you’ve come to know.
What is depression?
Another step in the progression.
What is suicide?
It’s others missing the signs.
Don’t try to go it alone,
reach out, scream loud, dial your phone…
©May 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne