Within my heart, a story untold,
Of a child's innocence, forever unfold.
In the corners of my memory, shadows remain,
A haunting reflection of the pain and disdain.
Within the walls of our home, a tempest brewed,
Where love turned to torment, and hope was subdued.
My father's rage, a storm unleashed,
And I, the target, helplessly seized.
His hands, once gentle, turned into fists,
Striking blows, my spirit persistently dismissed.
The echoes of his anger, etched deep within,
A fragile soul, tainted by his sin.
And there, my mother, a witness to the strife,
Her tears a testament to the battles of life.
With every strike, her heart would break,
Unable to shield me from the pain I'd take.
I longed for her to intervene, to save the day,
But her own chains held her, unable to sway.
Her tears flowed freely, a river of despair,
A mother's love bound by silent prayer.
But know, dear soul, you are not defined,
By the scars you bear, nor the tears confined.
In the depths of your being, strength still resides,
A flame of resilience that silently abides.
With time, wounds may heal, though the marks remain,
But the power within you shall forever sustain.
For you are not a victim, but a survivor strong,
A testament to the resilience that can never go wrong.
Hold your head high and embrace your worth,
For your spirit, though battered, is destined for rebirth.
In the tapestry of life, you'll find your place,
A beacon of hope, a symbol of grace.
And as you rise above the shadows of the past,
Know that your strength will forever last.
You are not defined by the pain you've known,
But by the courage within you, brightly shown.
YOU ARE READING
talking to the Moon - that's Y I wrote iT.
PoesíaI share the words that have flowed from my heart over the years since my last publication. Although it's been a while, my pen never rested; I continued to write, capturing the essence of my experiences in verses that resonate with the soul. This col...
