Running, stumbling, descending, falling
Painful memories of a childhood lost to hate
broken limbs were soon to be a common occurrence
parents who show pain and not the love needed
walking home quickly knowing not to be late.
Screaming, shouting, crying, whimpering
Arm raised with a wooden rod held in her hand
voices raised in anger while walking in the door
fury filled eyes as feet brought her closer
scurrying out of the way while she loudly commands.
Cowering, hiding, cringing, crawling
Not fast enough in getting away from that rod
long nailed fingers dig into long burgundy hair
tears fill up in green eyes full of so much pain
knowing that the face of an angel will be flawed.
Dragging, pulling, despairing, unceasing
Hitting with such force bruises appear in no time
always fearing that this time she will go over the edge
not moving giving her the idea that she has won again
slipping out while she is asleep to tell of her crime.
Dreaming, astralling, meditating, imagining
Deep inside a broken and shattered soul there is hope
childhood dreams and wishful thoughts of a better life
no longer the punching bag for an abusive mother and father
Looking towards a light in the darkness finally able to cope.
Summer Rayne
Sept. 6, 2006
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