Dormant (A Child Who Has Been Abused) Poem by Huzaifa Zoeb

Deep deep within
Is a schism
Is it only a whim
Or a condition?

Higgledy-piggledy
Goes the mind
Can't one bind
It to a baton?

There is a truth
Of the eyes:
But often lies
Cloud the vision.

The face
Looks calm
But a storm
Rages hidden.

An event that happened
To a child:
Could later grow wild
With suppression.

Pent-up, seething,
(the more the delay)
May erupt one day:
Nothing but ruin.

Deep deep within
Is a schism
Is it only a whim
Or a condition?

Higgledy- piggledy
Goes the mind
Can't one bind
It to a baton?