Zywa I prefer to be silent

You are still living in my skin
and in my belly, my cells
still remember everything
as if your spirit has crept into them

I am not safe
sometimes you wake up
under a different name
threatening

to repeat what should never have been
What can I do?
What should I call out?
I know your rumpelstiltskin names
They hurt me

with impotence and panic
for what can happen
I rather am silent about it
with wise, dear people
who see my suffering anyway

Poem 2927
Amsterdam, 2020-04-15

Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Abuse (at home) 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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