…finally on display (Trigger Warning: Themes of domestic violence)
That place was never a home
loneliness, never found you alone
in absence, you still felt him there
his wounds, you could never repair
the silence was louder than pain
and you felt it again and again
you prayed for a reason to stay
yet feared the price you might pay
trembling like a trapped butterfly
beating your wings until you could fly
what you felt as fear was your power
awaiting your moment, your hour
then came the time to walk away
the true colours of your courage
your beautiful wings
finally on display
© Ann Bagnall
