There is light,
With a baby sister on her way.
Still,
The pain intensifies,
The rage breaks all out,
Now we run,
Sister and I,
On our mother's orders.
Relief,
It's gone,
The fear,
Hatred,
Instead hope,
At least for now,
A week,
Two weeks,
Three weeks,
They come by in blurs,
Of what?
But joy,
Then the call,
He calls,
The pains and aches are back,
Bruises long faded sting,
Mother's dying,
She may lose the baby,
He says,
Why?
My question,
Leave our sanctuary,
Our haven,
I weep,
Oh God,
Why?
We go,
Back to our personal hell,
Mother lives,
Baby's healthy,
A lie,
He tricked us,
Why?
Tortured,
Now I'm fifteen,
And no one listens,
Trapped,
Like a canary,
Is this how life is?
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Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...
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