Stabbed, wounded, bloodied
She accomodates,
Yields, modifies
Hoping to reconcile
Not rock the boat,
To Settle, comply
A million times she tries
Yet, The thorns invade
Intrude, they tear
Threatening to annul
Expunge, squelch her soul
The misery continues
The pain persists
Could they be right?
Is she fighting the wrong enemy?
Is the barbed wire inside?
I am participating in napowrimo – 2017. Today, I haven’t followed the optional prompt, choosing instead to let creativity be my guide… hope you enjoy my take on ‘barbed wires ‘ 😊
Just another wake-up call 