There's something about secrets.
The longer it's hidden, the more it's kept discreet.
I did not know how to tell my mother.
She had come back, I still did not know how to tell her.
And so, I just let it slide.
If this would stop making him beat my mother, I'm WILLING to LET IT SLIDE.
But he never did. Rather, he became worse
He pounced on her, more.
"I never wished to marry you,
I could never settle for someone like you,
No, not in my right senses.
I was really way out of my senses".
Mom's eyes had gotten automatically swollen
With everyday that passed, it got more swollen.
If it was from her tears or the beatings she got,
I didn't know but I could feel how hard she fought.
I really wanted to rescue her from it all.
Take her away from this fall.
But I was as helpless as she was.
Worst is she never knew how bad it was.
For me..
I was the only one that could see.
See and feel it all alone
So it became more harder to show
But... what if this never stops?
What if this is where our lives stop?
Just.. WHAT IF?
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WHAT IF?
PoetryLife is full of "what ifs". There's no end to it's uncertainty. This narrative poetry, entails how Kamsi's life mirrors a gruesome childhood, fear of the unknown, violence, bitterness as well as the painful process that comes with the journey towa...
