Pain Series: The Stained Glass Heart

At first glance on a bright sunny day, the colours consume you, in awe, some may say.

Through the core of a black woman, radiating pure love.

Incomparable to the rings around her, due to hatred from eyes self-positioned above.

Push through.

Push forward.

Educate all and any along the way.

Allow the strength of your soul to shine through, your stained glass heart, always.

Blackout

I’ve been tormented by your silence.

Incapacitated by your love.

Lost time over how you’ve treated me.

Scars on my arms and etched into my mind.

I never asked for this. I only wanted to love and be loved.

When you don’t like an action I’ve taken, you impose an order of silence.

I wait anxiously to discover the consequence.

I lay beside you, awake.

You hold me tightly and whisper.

Inside I’m broken.

Inside I’m broken.

Inside I’m broken.

I wake up and you’ve made breakfast.

You’re happy! You kiss me.

I’m confused.

Did you not?

Did we not?

Did I not?

Your body embraces mine on a sunlit balcony.

I want to feel bliss. But fear races through me.

Why am I afraid of you?