Every scream she heard,
Every single word.
She didn't understand,
Why her mother couldn't stand.
The bruises faded,
But her soul was left degraded.
The nightmare she called her life,
Was what drove her daughter to a knife.
For months she went to her new friend,
She was just trying to fix the scars,
But all it did,
Was help the pain to descend.
It never truly went away,
She would never really be okay.
Through many years,
She learned what was going on,
But it took her many more,
To really understand,
How much pain,
Her mother went through,
To keep him away from her,
It was so long,
Before she said Thank you.
The pain still shows in her mother's eyes,
The pain still lingers within her,
Her past still remains a blur.
Her daughter still hears the screaming,
She still hopes she was dreaming.
But somehow she knows,
That her mother's life was just one black rose.
But her mother risked everything,
To save her one and only child,
With this in mind,
Her daughter smiled,
And told her she loved her,
And that she was sorry her life was a blur.
This story was all she had to tell,
Her story of how she went through hell.
Her story that meant she was always going to be broken,
How all her mother was to her father,
Was a simple useless token.
Her mother carries the pain,
Her daughter feels her pain,
But still,
Everything remained the same. |
