The house was filled with words that cut like knives
Their voices pressed me down until I broke
I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
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The silence hid the ruin of our lives
A doctrine carved in cruelty they spoke
The house was filled with words that cut like knives.
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I starved myself to quiet all their drives
An empty plate became my final cloak
I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
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The scars I carved were proof of what survives
A body marked by grief they never woke
The house was filled with words that cut like knives.
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Their judgment burned, obsession still derives
A labyrinth of pain I can’t revoke
I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
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No family bond can heal what it deprives
I claim my peace beyond the weight they spoke
The house was filled with words that cut like knives,
I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
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About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

Comments (3)
Made me "feel!" excellent :)
Incredible villanelle Sara! Can't imagine this not placing highly. The imagery and emotion are blistering and that last stanza has a beautiful resilience.. well done
"I claim my peace beyond the weight they spoke!" 😱That is so powerful that it needs to be trademarked or placed on a T shirt! Such a fierce & empowering piece Sara! Go gurl! 🫶🏾💕💪🏾