There’s Nowhere Else To Go, But Up!
Traci Neal
head hums a melody. memories play a song.
repeat. roar the words of a warrior.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
There’s nowhere else to go, but up.
Be resilient.
black female skin sends satisfaction to old wounds.
overcome overwhelming oceans. middle school,
a 13-year-old teenager is a puppeteer for
themed threats and beastly abuse, target practice
of heartache hits. death comes close to being my
companion. chose to conquer cold climates.
pounding every perilous part.
mahogany skin wears my womanhood well.
soul scatters scars. validate victory to replace victim
with two guys i dated. his hand throws a punch.
face facets an uninvited guest, reason not to stay in
an abusive relationship at 16 years old. worry warps
my world by the age of 20. male mutates my body.
believes he made a masterpiece. rose is stripped
and shredded. refuge seems miles away. his bodily
crime thought it crushed me, but i climbed out victorious.
melon lady has a light, a shining smile seen in storms.
love myself, even my nappy, natural hair.
body built to withstand weight. nature never knocks me
to the ground unless i kneel to it. bondage banked on
breaking bravery’s window. liberty lifts the wind to come inside.
takes over torment’s territories. suffering surprised others
with the supernatural. deliverance does unlock closed doors.
head hums a melody. memories play a song.
repeat. roar the words of a warrior.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
There’s nowhere else to go, but up.
Be resilient.
Copyright Credit: Traci Neal, “There's Nowhere Else to Go But Up!” from Survival & Beyond, Issue 3 / Summer 2025 (Safe Passage, 2025). Copyright © 2025 by Safe Passage. Reprinted with the permission of the author.