Breaking My Silence

I’m that little girl on the street too broken to speak! As Dad furiously berated me, sister maliciously smiled with enjoyment while kicking me in the stomach laughing as I choked and collapsed. Sister whispered to Dad which ignited his temper into a rage wherein he furiously diminished and finished me. Mom remained silent, detached. Older brother my only savior left home before the most severe torture began. Bruises on my legs from Dad’s punches healed. Though my spirit was crushed leaving me in utter defeat and damaged in character. Every day of my life as a little child I struggled to survive the brutality of the insults and violence from these two. I failed in life unable to release the pain. They say forget it, move on, I say you didn’t endure these ruthless punishments. Certainly God knows my Pain! Because I remain that little girl on the street too broken to speak!