Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose

Five

I was a sibling of five
Full of joy. Happy to be alive

We danced, we played
We joked with one another
I loved nobody, more than my mother.

I was seven, when he came along
Singing to my ma, his sweet love song

It didn't take long, she fell under his spell
And I was left with a secret. Sworn never to tell

The bruises on my thighs
Were hidden from eyes
Thus began my life,
learning to lie

The amber liquid often bought out rage
I'd began to get used to it at this stage

I was thirteen when I held the knife in my hand
An anger bubbling inside of me
That I couldn't understand

I'd been hurt in ways you will never know
Because I learnt to keep secrets, from friend or foe

So when you see the signs, speak out loud
Dont hide your eyes, put your head in the clouds

Because...

I was a sibling of five
Full of joy. Happy to be alive.

#childabuse #savethechildren