For a time the scene was perfect
tranquil and quiet
When left alone
she could rest easy
in an orbital state
around the troubled orb
safe and content
Just far enough from the white noise
of the abuse
from a psychotic Mother
to keep the household safe
at least for a time
That was until the day
a verbal storm replaced the silence
destroying her peace
along with the merciful calm adored
when stillness was hers
Like an underground stream
running into volcanic rock
her cool flow
boiled over
exploding into an enormous geyser
effecting all in its path
Such a mighty shock
brought about a reunion with the thing
she thought no longer resided
The stowaway formerly dismissed
was back on-board
only this time with mutinous intent
Unable to contain the rage
and allowing it to blow
it inflicted great harm
on the family she’d cherished
Long after the murderous events
the lone figure
rocks in the institution
never to know stillness again
The stowaway
was now constant
while its former host
slipped through the tiles
and was lost forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem