eyes frantic and alert
flashlights;
arms crossed
keys peeping out
from between her fingers
like a ray of light
seeping through a chink
flooding the room,
her mind, her body.
Almost there, almost home
"A safe haven" she thought
Oblivious to the doom-burdened shadows
that lurked
Inconspicuously
Anticipating each swift move
Ready to prance and
Attack
Silence.
"Text me when you get home" they said.
I wrote this poem in light of this weeks tragedy; in order to raise awareness about an all too common situation millions of women and girls experience, including myself. Don't let Sarah's murder be in vain. Help females, vulnerable people; to feel safe.
YOU ARE READING
Philosophical perspectives {poems}
PoetryHi gorgeous >When my thoughts and feelings are suffocating me and I can't bear it any longer I resolve to poetry. >>Poetry is a form of art with which I can relate the unsaid to. I don't feel as alone knowing others are feeling the same thing as I...
