To the threshold of gloominess,
God’s sun illuminate
too many concealed imperfections
or signify a construct of acceptance
for the cognitive understanding of an inner presence—
a conscious and a conscience.
The nucleus of power and intelligence
inside a home of unconditional infatuation
with few to little exceptions
for any household regulations—
it’s all replaced with promised expectations—
isn’t a balance for comfort,
just verbal and physical aggravations.

Misfortunes’ insinuations
provoke the condition of a home
until the lights shatter and there’s no ventilation.
Hyperventilating, the nucleus of a mind
becomes a protein snack and supper to the starvation
of a man with hunger to cause deformation
of an exuberant woman and a murky home
for control by means of fear and intimidation.
A man with tactics of vituperation and manipulation
to deter the woman’s emotional and spiritual navigation.

She has to learn how to see
with her eyes close.

Daylight in the window doesn’t substitute
the home’s absence of light.
A natural omniscient cannot curtain the nude
of the insecure, childish play of night—
The winter’s midnight past due electric bill
becomes a tool to gaslight
until it generates ultimate control for his like
of power and torture.
Darkness has no culture
but somehow the woman adapts to a vacant home
with few to zero rooms decorated with mirrors
to expose a man that refuses
to let her adjust the view.

The conversations between his smile
and her heart are mute
but the interaction between her spirit
and his cowardly ego is a vicious fight;
A brutal altercation that drags her to the bedside
to ask God for forgiveness and another sign.
A man’s friable ego is a disability
so why take advantage of a heart that’s blind?
A cowardly controlla without a sense of love to find
is why a house is not a home
and the existence of a woman is just his to own.

She has to learn her strength
by breaking through his control.