THE FIGHT – NIKKA GRACE (26 May 2021)

Hiding,

You know that’s what you do,

You’re tired,

You know it’s true,

Anxious and alone,

And all you want to do,

Is to go home.

But home is no longer your safe haven.

With bruises the colour of a raven,

And scars the colour of chalk,

Your emotions, numb,

Your voice, unable to talk,

You’ve been in bed for days,

Skin missing the sun’s rays,

Tissues crumpled,

Lying on the floor,

Locked, key,

In the hole in the door,

Tears streaming,

Down that beautiful face,

You’re exhausted,

Feeling like you’ve lost the race.

Holes in the wall,

Bottles on the floor,

Something you never thought,

You’d get into before,

Long sleeves,

Faking happy smiles,

A stash in your pocket,

911 on speed dial

Living in the perfect home,

Happy family,

Career on track,

But you fail to trust whether anyone

Really has your back

You’ve been burnt,

One too many times,

Now you’ve learnt to

Check the signs

This life is hard

Aint nothing gonna be fixed

With your

Credit card

Now she lies in bed,

Woken up from the nightmare,

With all the voices,

Inside her head,

She turns to her left,

She turns to her right,

She looks up at the sky,

Takes a deep breath,

And prays for strength,

To continue the fight