Closed Doors

What happens behind closed doors
doesn’t matter anymore.
No one can see,
It’s just you and me.

The slam of the shut and the clank of the lock,
At this point it is not even a shock

Another infraction just like the last
a repeat of the past

Explain and justify
You are just trying to shine a light

It would all be so clear
If I would just hear

Another infraction, another mistake
Yet another clean slate

Far away from prying eyes
Living in my own disguise

The world outside can feel miles away
when every moment feels like doomsday.

Behind closed doors the cries are silenced
All in the name of defiance.

Behind closed doors on one knows
But if you look closely the eyes will show

For if a woman shines and glows,
Her house is a home

If her color is dark and deplore.
She may be fighting an unseen war


For what happened behind closed doors  doesn’t exist anymore.

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It’s plain to see who I wrote this for. If you find this relatable I am sorry. I am sorry for the constant struggle between being grateful for what you have and you deserve better. I’m sorry for the lonely sleepless nights and the silent tears you cry. I’m sorry for your smiles that try to hide the pain and make it through another day. I am sorry that you feel as though you deserve the punishment that is dealt, in reality you don’t. I am sorry for the emptiness you feel inside. I see you and I am here if you ever need a listening ear.

Your truly,

Heather Congrove