Looking through the window what do I see,
The outside world beckoning me.
In my mind I can see The cobbled street,
Winding, Leading down to the sea.

It's market day in our town.
Remembering the day,
I wandered around.
Don't remember all I did,
Then again I was only a kid.

My world has shrunk down,
No friends or family left to come around.
So here I stay in my fortress of solitude,
shut off from all because I choose.

Dressed up today I'm definitely going out,
Trepidation felt walking down the corridor.
Started shaking as I've done before,
Perspiration stung my eyes.
Before I managed to get to the door.

Reaction to outside feeling coming in,
Just as the doorbell started to ring.
Startled as though I was that little kid,
I ran back along the corridor.
Into the cupboard under the stairs and hide.

My inner sanctum they can't hurt me in here,
It's where I survived the beating from dad.
I know I must have done something bad,
In here I could survive whatever I did.

Crawling within my fractured mind,
To wound up to unwind.
Thinking back to a life without love
just sorrow, No I won't give in.
I'm definitely going out tomorrow.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-28 at 01:42

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a vivid account of a very difficult situation (to say the least), Alan.