Fireflies
There were fireflies in the garden
As I thought to myself that day
About the secrets families hold
Are secrets never should be told
As I was young and not too old
I watched her cut her flesh
Not once but thirty times more
I kept wondering why cut herself
I stared at fireflies in the garden
As I thought back to this memory
Seemed like a dream to me at 2 am
And at the very young age of ten
I watched the blood dripping from wrists
As they were yelling and screaming words
Someone was not paying enough attention
My mind kept trying to process the scene
At an age, I should not be seeing all this
Amongst the mixed messages swirling around
I thought about the fireflies outside the window
I was abruptly brought back to this dreadful scene
As I heard the dog cry out in pain as it was cut open
Only because she was there and in the way
She was a miniature Doberman pinscher named Tiny
There were so many words and accusations spat out
It lasted a few hours, but seemed the whole night
So many secrets in this family never should be told
Whenever I think back to this sad time
I remember the fireflies that were in the garden
I stared at fireflies in the garden as I thought
I want to get away from all this insane madness
And fly free alongside the fireflies in the garden
Not my mother :)
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2011
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