Onomatophobia

 
 
I hear the "word", and it bleeds in my mind,
spreading virosly like dust, in frozen time.
"He's" done so much, I cannot explain,
So much damage, it puts pain to shame.
 
I thought I was not as affraid as I was before,
I thought my mind was free, that I, myself, was free as well.
But I am not, I'm as petrified as blown glass,
Petrefied of the next moment in which I hear "the word",
Petrified of the moment after, when I see the cause.
 
Never,
Never, I will feel free,
will never be truely happy unless
I'm with someone who "knows",
Someone who I trust, and trusts me.
I will never be truely happy untill I find
someone who'se presence  makes me feel safe.
Never be happy until I'm free;
Knowing Who to trust,
How to trust them,
And Why to trust them.
 
Justice is never Truely served,
It is just broken,
Seperated peace by peace
into a strong reason to convict.
It will only be served, truely,
when I die,
when I will truely,
and permanently,
be
Free.
 
Zoë LeeaNora Holdsclaw
    4/18/12