Domestic violence is an event that can often breed silence from those you love most,
those you need the most.
A silence that sometimes befalls out of confusion, fear of saying the wrong thing, anger, or just time needed on their end to make sense of it all.
I do not blame anyone for not knowing what to say.
But sometimes I feel that hearing anything was better than the silence,
Which allowed my mind to descend further and further
Into darkness and out of the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A silence sometimes scribbles mind. We have sen beauty of its within our status. Future light should be tested. An interesting poem is shared here.10