Closed Door

Finally all the shadows have fall down and I can quietly close the door behind me.
 
The door I will never open again!

My toes are broken and I have no shoes, it is November and no time to lose.
 
I can’t feel my arm; I see it is still there,
but there is no luxury for care, I have to move.

Bloody fingers clench in tight fist to prevent them for bleeding more
souvenir from the knife I had not seen before.

My mind is determine, I am full rage!
 
Though I still can’t believe I can walk out of this cage.
 
A mile to my sisters is longer than night, my journey goes slow, but I’m full of fight.
 
Every passing car makes me hide,  
I cannot risk this one! That is my guide.

Morning sun is breaking out,
When I ring her doorbell and pray out loud.  
Please, be home! I can’t go on.

She opens the door and without greetings I collapse on her floor.
 
I’m beaten unrecognizable, my nose is displaced.
That’s what is reflected from her horrified face.
 
Her hands ever so gentle try to embrace,
They just cannot find space.

I sat on her floor, she’s sitting beside me.
She is shaking in shock, hysterically crying.
I have no tears and I’m not even trying.

End of the chapter. I have closed the door.