The magic was all in the finishing touches.
I know this as much as
I try to deny.
Magnolia apartment, bare walls, a cheap kettle.
But I now know why.
I’ll buy some flowers and a photo frame,
Isn’t it all the same?
What does it matter?
Little nick-knacks to make a place feel more like home.
Pretend I’m not alone,
I’ll soon feel better.
But I’m not yet ready to go outside.
I just want to hide…
Get some perspective.
My new surroundings are too much like a hotel.
They make me feel unwell,
Which holds me captive.
I could’ve stayed, not sought refuge and aid,
If I had just obeyed,
Taken his beatings.
But now I’m here in this secured apartment block.
They’ve told me I should talk,
Go to some meetings.
Maybe flowers, pictures –They’ll bring back some magic
To this life, so tragic,
Get me back on track.
I’ll leave this place, go to meetings; be a new me.
Then everyone will see
There’s no going back.