The Face Behind the Veil ( A poem dedicated to all women facing GBV)

Drenched in the deepest pain,

Recalling regrets from within,

Loosing all urge to gain,

Refusing to let come tomorrow,

No love to let in,

There's none for me to borrow.

How can I unmask my sorrow,

Pretending to be free,

When there's nothing I see,

But a face behind a veil.

If left to me,

I want to be happy,

But I seem not to break the shackles off me,

Then I realize,

Seeming is not being,

If I wish, I can.

Like a dilapidated wall,

My body stands,

With cracks that tells stories of it's unending quest to gain freedom.

My mind now becomes a deserted emplacement with thick layers of unattended thoughts,

When segregation, discrimination, inequality and violence carried the relics of my self esteem and pride, joy and happiness to the depleeted ruins of my forgotten past.

But then again I will arise,

To a brand new dawn,

My Glory pleading to be regained,

The heavens Will open wide the gate to it’s heart and will  bleed droplets of dazzling rain

To wash off the ruins and bring gladness again.