To walk away.

There are some wounds with no physical scars 

Yet they are present, 

Lingering in the shadows. 

These monsters seemed to be  MallEaBle,  

showing up later in our lives disguised in various shapes, forms and sizes. 

A cry of silent scream. 

Hoping to find some solace, 

a 

safe space. 

I don't think anyone really knows abuse until 

you've dealt with it up-close on a day-to-day basis. 

You have questioned, and even attempted to empathise with the one holding the dagger. 

: "Perhaps they are just a little messed up?

Couldn't I just apply a roses-tinted filter? "

But... Does being messed up grant someone the right to rob someone else's joy and degrade their very existence? 

"I'm used to it. " is what we say. 

but also a gentle reminder of  'used to it' 

doesn't ever 

makes it okay. 

And it takes courage, 

in taking steps to walk away.