She’ll Never Tell

Today’s poem is nowhere near finished, but the goal is to get something down every day. So, here’s the poem for Day 24 of National Poetry Month:

She diced up her own soul

for him because he devalued her

whole self. She crushed her

self into the shoebox life

he envisioned for her, made

his dream a reality while she

was trapped in a nightmare.

Broken. Though she was broken

down for him, he refused

to help put her back together. He

only wanted to be free, but

what he couldn���t see

is that she���ll never tell a soul

how it feels to not be whole;

she���ll just continue to dice

her own soul, and since she���s

the one with the knife

there���s no way she���ll find

what she needs to make her

whole again. Still,

she���ll never tell.