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For my Beloved Sister
I fled his tyranny
Not thinking
Not considering
That you will be next
Escape,
The only thing
I thought of.
From the pain
The humiliation
The bruises
The hurt
The suffering
Never look back
Never think of it
Never consider the consequences
Of being free
Your beautiful cheek
stained with the tears
of my actions.
A young life shattered
by my desperation
I am sorry
I should have thought
That you would be next
In your innocence
In your beauty
You were perfect
For his perversion
You are the porcelain doll
I dropped on the ground
Shattered into a million pieces
I may have escaped
But the guilt
Will never leave
Will never go away
It will gnaw rodent like
at the fine interior of my soul
at the casing of my heart
Till I can take it no more
I am sorry sister
For not realizing
That in my escape
I have brought doom
Unto you
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