battered women, bipolar, bipolar disorder, child abuse, domestic abuse, domestic violence, mental abuse, mental health, mental illness, poetry, post traumatic stress disorder, ptsd

Safe

Cars make noises

as they drive by outside

I want to be inside

where it is safe

Sirens are loud

and invade my nervous system

I want to be  inside

where it is safe

People passing by the house

making noises

that remind me

I do not want to go out there

I want to be inside

where it is safe

Safe inside the house

I am safe inside the house

But where do I go

if I want to be

Safe Inside My Mind?

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