heart heart, 

my poor heart

once considered

torn apart

now blooms

under the light--

oh!

the kind, 

that shatters gloom,

oh! 

the kind, 

that burns my sight,

oh! 

the kind, 

that shields my mind

the kind of light, 

when it slithers through,

the thickest canopy,

of hope;

spans its rays

stays for days

holds its breath

for the looming death

of

heartbreak:

with a slick fake body--

that now awoke

for a swift movement 

through the delta

of my subconscious...

pain purged,

fear surged--

fear...

fear rose,

on his knees, 

licked his lips,

smiled his sleazy smile,

came on to me--

stunned me!

once a rapist

always a rapist

LEAVE ME

I screamed

LEAVE ME

it did...

head head, 

my poor head

once a bed

for nightmares

shrieked;

finally...

and now they tell me, 

"dear, 

it was all in your head.

fear?

he was never real!"

"tears, 

dear, 

your tears

from your 

phantom fear,

now... 

they were real, dear," they sob;

"oh, how real..." 

with another head bob.

even when the light waned

my smile felt no more pained

it slipped, slipped, and slipped...

through the cracks,

through the delta,

through heartbreak--

and now I hear...

"hey, look at that smile!"

_______

©AmaliaAbbar

P.S. it's all metaphors, my dear reader. 

P.P.S. Thank you for that sweet message to get a poem honoring hope written Vani :))) This is for you.