This is a Photograph of me
It wasn’t taken too long ago
It it felt like a terrible nightmare I could not wake up
from
The light blue room walls that he painted are right behind
me
The pictures he drew for me right in front of me
The fear spread across the room.
The photograph shows me smiling with him,
But pictures can be deceiving
Deep down in the soul of this woman is a little girl crying
He has his arm around me, but no one knows how far the
“love” and “protection” has gone.
In the closet there is a little girl crying
Saying this same bad man is her boogey man.
What I don’t tell her is he is my boogey man too.
I am smiling but if you look close enough you can see me in
the dark closet
Wondering if I should come out
What will happen if I do?
Will it all end?
This is a photograph of me
A broken photograph of me.
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