Banging at my window
Howling at my door
I will not let you in
Despite your furore.
I am not made of straw
I am not made of twigs
You cannot manipulate me
For my house is made of bricks.
Throw your thoughtless words
Throw your selfish stones
For your arrogance will only hurt you
Not break my heart or bones.
You can huff and puff around this house
A stormy wind you may blow
But I am made of stronger stuff
More than you will ever know.
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Busy mummy who loves to read to my children. Will write about anything
Standing in a tidal wave of madness. I'm the one rising from the ashes. Cue the violins we're going down. Though I have this odd feeling that I'll be safe and sound. Destruction, bad construction.
Those few hours were enough, Some freedom for a while, A dance or two, I laughed again, I even cracked a smile.
A struggle for life, To live, to survive. Every ragged breath, Decreases chance to stay alive. Too many gasps, A fish starved of water. Written off for certain death, A cow; bred for slaughter.
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