across her pitch balk stage.
The twinkling stars bear silent witness.
Every second fortnight,
for anyone looking up, a graceful sight.
Unveiled white washed beauty,
before the sun rises,
and judges her guilty.
Tomorrow night, a shadow across her face.
She’s lost and out of place.
Hold on, its just a phase.
Or so she hopes.
Overtime, the shadow creep and grows.
Soon enough she heals,
another fortnight, another grand reveal.
Alas with a searing fury,
Sun shuns her beauty.
Another shadow across her face.
She hopes, its just another phase…
Hi, my name is Levin Balakrishnan. I wrote the above poem for women who have been in or are still in abusive relationships.
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