In our home, there is a map to hell.
I followed the fury in father’s eyes
Until I gathered hell resides where
Father’s palm meets mother’s cheek.

When hell breaks loose,
Mother becomes different shades of heaven.
Her face cracks into a thousand splendid stars,
Her voice splits into the colours of the rainbow.

She sheds no tears, she was told
The sun is majestic in the storm.
She was taught the moon shines in the dark, where,
Upon its gaze, children gather around a bonfire
To share beautiful stories.