Color postcard with collage

I listen from behind the door

Postcard verso:

for E.
     I listen
     from behind the door
     a shadow in the hall
     My head
     hangs towards the floor
     covered in a shawl

     No one
     sees me any more
     can’t see the looks and stares
     My heart
     chambers one through four
     struggle in their snares

     From here
     in my cloistered keep
     I write a poem a day
     But words
     with the pains they reap
     don’t keep the world away.

                                 <3 Ali

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