Yesterday, as I lay down to sleep, a noise caught my attention. It was a sound unlike any other. Sometimes it sounded like breaking glass, sometimes like a child crying, and sometimes like a call.
A chill ran through my body with each new groan of the early morning. I know there are no ghosts, or tormented souls, but there are cruel men.
I wish I had the strength, like a dove I would fly far away from my problems. Like a dove in a storm, my refuge would be your arms, my father.
If it weren’t for the noise I heard yesterday, perhaps today I wouldn’t want my mother’s lap. A protective caress. A kiss. A sincere “I love you.”