Insecurities
Unshielded
when the night curtains fall.
In the dark room
and alone,
when I finally give in
in exhaustion.
Still in fear
that they'd beat me to death.
But I always wake up
the following day;
with my plagued eyes in the mirror,
and out to fight another day.
to come back
to the lonely dark room,
when the night curtains fall.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2022
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