LOVE Poem: Silent Echoes: Ashleigh Legate

In the shadows of a broken home,
Where love once bloomed, now withers,
Echoes linger, haunting walls,
Silent screams, unheard whispers.

She wears bruises like a secret,
Her spirit, a fragile porcelain vase,
He wields anger like a blade,
Their love story, a twisted maze.

The clock ticks in sync with her heartbeat,
Each second a battle, a desperate plea,
Behind closed doors, she hides her tears,
A prisoner of love, yearning to be free.

His rage ignites like wildfire,
A tempest of fists, words that scar,
She tiptoes through minefields of despair,
Her dreams crushed, like fallen stars.

The children watch, wide-eyed witnesses,
Their innocence shattered, hearts aflame,
They learn that love can be a cage,
Where pain masquerades as passion’s name.

But hope flickers, a fragile ember,
She gathers strength, finds her voice,
In whispered defiance, she seeks refuge,
Breaking chains, making a choice.

For every bruise, a silent vow:
To rise, to heal, to reclaim her light,
To rewrite the script of her existence,
And banish darkness into the night.