The Wall ~ #darkpoetry

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Pushed upon, punched, beaten

Holes leave marks upon my soul

I keep standing, though weakened

But never again am I whole

Lean upon me, ever so gently

I can hold you up, I’m strong

I try so hard, but consequently

You always find me wrong

Inside this house, the walls

Keep secrets from the rest

Broken apart, the pieces fall

Tales never spoken, never confessed

Author’s Note: On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men. (https://ncadv.org/statistics)

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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