Stay” they told her,as a child,
untouched,
by the wind,
“stay”, they said
from the sun that burns youOne creased eyebrow
singed hair,
calloused hands that  lacerated
her tender lips , when she kissed them.
rejoicing his homecoming
from the crusade of “rights”
ah, the dazzling irony .
she thought,
damming the words with her lips

and she loved him,
only  more because,
all that was empty in her,
was not in him
for he had a will, and a way
oh, she too, had a will
but “stay” was her only way

he wasn’t going to let her fill her emptiness,
but he was so full of himself
and she was so full of him,
she hardly minded.
But he told her to” stay “
behind the walls , that seemed to her,
a borstal,
obscuring her from the world’
and the world from her

and then were the days,
when people thought the sound of canon
blisters the very spirit of the soul
but,she painted a canvas of pictures in her mind
pictures of her out there
stumbling , falling ,
out of the cage, and fighting.
but the colors of these pictures were never real
for how could she possibly know ?
with the words “stay”
guiding her very existence?
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