Look at her a face illuminated by street lamps, by passing cars she watches, she waits the expression on her face is one of… nothingness.
Look at her dark circles under her eyes, a bruise on her cheek hidden by her hair the look in her eyes is one of… emptiness.
Look at her what did he do? what do you do? while she’s beaten and broken one woman, one of many, living in… hopelessness.
Society sleepwalks, liberals shake their heads say wise but empty words, while behind closed doors this never ends.
A woman is killed every three hours in South Africa, according to police statistics – a rate five times the world average. Half are murdered by men with whom they had a close relationship.
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #56photo prompt. Image credit: Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay (The image shows a young woman looking out the glass pane of a partially open door, with an indecipherable expression).
Unknown waters lie ahead, our future is opaque, obscure, still uncharted
No more mapped out milestones, no glittering goals to accomplish
Certainty has ceased, while we clutch at withered straws
Ever searching for proper patterns to pursue, the
Return to routine, to the mindful mundane
That frees us, and comforts us
And will sustain our souls
If only in illusion.
No chance of
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #54photo prompt. Image credit: Evan Clark, Unsplash (The image shows a person precariously balanced, standing on a fallen tree trunk hanging over a body of water).