this Is,
The Comeback.
This is a Declaration of Love,
As a Soldier of Warfare against the Soul,
Who found Something Beautiful in Feeling
Love,
that even when all there was, was Hiding,
Was the Dressing tables I would move in front of my Bedroom Door,
So noone would come in,
it was when Nights would not Move,
and I would attend School,
Knowing she had unscrewed the keyway,
so no Key fast enough could prevent the Massacre at Night,
She unscrewed all keyways and even the Handles of the Doors,
all rooms had no locks except hers,
One Day the Bathroom gave,
and she Came In,
That Night Bleach was my friend,
Horror,
We came to a Standstill,
They swore they would never send me Back,
But All,
When coming to Solution
Somehow were all Silenced at the Tongue,
“Don’t share your Secrets Ameera”
“They Cannot Know”
“What happens in the Home, stays at Home”
I became an Actor, a ShapeShifter,
Hiding all the Darkness being poured into Me,
Blood covered Words,
When her Knives would be sharpened against the insides of my Mouth,
when my Ears had more Oil burnt inside them, from her than any Music that could be used in hell as a punishment for my listening,
Daily, my Mind took the Cuts,
and the Bruises always Healed,
the Scratches would cover,
I was Shedding daily,
But the Wound in my Brain and in my Heart remained Opened,
I cried more for a Mother that I did not have than any other Being,
I have prayed my Grave closer, with how much I have begged,
I cried more when I lost my actual Hearts,
my Zarda and Acorns,
How can you forget those that fed you first?
And then your own ,
Blood that shared the Cuts in your own Home?
We shared Blood,
but it wasn’t Enough,
and how could it Be?
and how could it Not?
Was Love not Enough?
Was the Fight not enough?
Was it all a Lie,
Years went by,
and my words could not Revive Me,
Yet, I continued to Feel,
Even when Everyone Died around me,
As if Dominoes were being targeted,
One by One,
Somehow,
Love, would awaken me,
Poppo would pour Love into Me,
And I knew it was Real,
Her Love would was like the Blossoming,
Something Foreign,
And thats when the Fire began burning,
Ama showed Compassion,
Cha Cha bought Mercy to the Table.
Daddy left before he even began Living,
The Non-Body parts of Me began Hunting,
Soul Searching,
For more,
For Something,
The Essence of Love,
Now I Stand Here,
on the Frontline
to be a Fellow Human with my fellow Play Partners,
in this Painful Life, that some of Us Live in,
We have not Released ourselves Just Yet,
But we are Back,
In Hopes and Fight for Love to Prevail.
For the Declaration of Love,