No Joy-No Peace
written by: Sona Wilae
@sonawilae
Riotous screams flee sore
tonsils, inflamed impressions
steely midnight hands clutch
her sweat soaked purple neck.
Sunlight winks, subsume blinds-
forcing tumed brown eyelids closed,
while distant game-shows penetrate
mildew painted sheetrock.
Dismal prompts flicker ridiculed
daydreams, releasing toxic mental
blurs to dark to decipher…too gray
to discuss with clarity and logic.
Chlorophyll renounce hanging plants
their right of passage, as roaches
march across dust-covered surfaces
if only to showcase abode filth.
Death lounges unperturbed, defiant
awaiting predestined rounds from a
stolen and scratched up weapon,
as days of peace take a back seat.
I embody the dreadful experience and disabilities of a Veteran of the United States Marine Corps; sexually assaulted by the dishonorable bias of three male perpetrators in uniform. I am an overcomer of my skin; yet I struggle in prayer hourly to overcome racism, hatred and past abuse. I am a domestic abuse survivor, drug, and alcohol abuser; later to serve as a motivational speaker throughout the state of Florida correctional facilities. I victoriously served as an Outreach Specialist and received the Good Citizenship award in 2009-2010.
I am a writer, poet, and blogger. I write as therapy. Prayerfully I will release my "tell most," autobiography in the years to come. I have lived through many battles, which I chose foolishly, immaturely or nonvoluntarily. I am joyously married and a believer in Jesus Christ.
I am a writer, poet, and blogger. I write as therapy. Prayerfully I will release my "tell most," autobiography in the years to come. I have lived through many battles, which I chose foolishly, immaturely or nonvoluntarily. I am joyously married and a believer in Jesus Christ.
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