Bows Held Tight Poem by Britani Bonifazi

Cold Pavement ties her down,
Holds her in and won’t let go.
She lies there,
Thinking
Crying
Questioning,
Unable to move.
The Cobalt Blue bows in her hair appear as the only sign of life.
Richly saturated in color,
They bring peace to onlookers,
They hold her together.
But they really tell lies,
Lies that she tolerably exists,
That she knows she will be ok.
She, the puppet to society,
Plays their recovering game.
She lives through the motions in distress,
Through silent pain, so that no one can reach her.
Her Cobalt Blue bows always set the stage.
They’re societies comfort, they’re her comfort,
Only they know her affliction,
Only Society knows her deception.