Covered in Denial

By Survivor/WCA Client

Wearing Rosie pink shades

And

Heavy steel bracelets

Carrying a heavy heart

I slowly walk towards those

Steps

Asking “why am I here?”

My feet weigh me down

The closer I get,

As I arrive to these steps

I look up to see

W.C.A.

I take my first step and before to

Long

A nice woman’s face is the first

That I see,

Her eyes whisper softly to me

The W.C.A. hands embrace my face

And say

“come in sweet dear it will be ok

I wince at the thought how

At ease I feel

This woman speaks

“welcome to the W.C.A.

My heart aches once more

As she can see,

Right through me

I belong here,

So that I may break free,

Two years later

I stand here before her

Rosy pink shades down on the floor

Press my foot down so

They shatter once more,

Those heavy steel bracelets now pined on the

Wall of the past

And here I am, finally free it’s

All in the past