Pick up the phone
By Zoha Lixue
I keep waiting for the call
That will tell me when it is over
Let me know that all is done
The tears
The lies
Is all come to an end
I am waiting for the call
To tell me it is time to live again
To smile
To breathe
Waiting for the call that says
“He is dead”
So my childhood can stop haunting me
Waiting for the day when I am not afraid
When I don’t go to bed
Thinking he is on his way
His plans to hurt my daughter
Give her nightmares similar to mine
I am waiting all the call
That ends it all
The one that will tell me that it is ok