I am trapped
can’t escape
banished to the cellar steps
examining my shoes
through my tears.
Living in this house
moving room to room
unnoticed
singing behind the curtains
floating in the bath.
I am a baby zombie
invisible
bumping into walls
while everyone
goes about their day.
How can I know
what I missed
if I never knew
it was missing?
My heart knows.
I am broken.
Need a doll doctor
to sew me up,
clean these eyes
bend back my leg
And walk out
the door
and keep on walking
til this house
is far behind.
But I am trapped
by the fear
that there is nowhere
but here.
Chew my arm off instead.
from Poems from the Chatterbox