Darkness Brings No Peace
DARKNESS BRINGS NO PEACE
Here I lie, a stream of tears descending like a waterfall.
A recollection of my youth.
Impending bellows. A mother hunting down the next victim to be tortured.
Stamping feet crushing each heart beat.
Creaking stairs recording each journey that have been taken,
slowly as not to awaken the sober home.
Shutters echo with the wind; a young child’s flesh hit, scarred deep within.
Her blood frozen with affliction.
Cries, screams through the abyss of an aged window.
The dancing robe draped on the door, sways in a rhythmic waltz.
A giant, a man, my father.
Walking with massive strides, anxious to emerge.
To plunge on a child’s innocence and ignorance of not knowing.
(DARKNESS BRINGS NO PEACE)
The crisp blankets beneath me.
Undisturbed, waiting. When will he plunder me of my untainted body?
Each bleak move I make, sends chills of anxiety through my flesh.
(DARKNESS BRINGS NO PEACE)
Will I return, return to a life as I have never known life before.?
Here in the darkness, pain splitting my heart,
like an earthquake destroying each cell of life.
Am I like a piece of meat, waiting to be chosen by the next
violent hand, to molest my soul?
To chop away at every molecule and destroy my shape?
I am a woman, a mother, a lover to my love.
I am human and I am a survivor
I am like a piece of play-dough, molded to make
one self-content to fulfill their fantasies.
I can be put back to my original shape.
I am a survivor and I will win.
Or have I already?
Copyright © Darla Britton | Year Posted 2013
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