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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In an empty room sits a figure A shadow of one’s self A young boy beaten and ashamed Over shadowed by the narcissist His cruel and unrelenting anger boils over The chosen target in his sights The boy sat alone in a blank room Stripped of its contents in the name of love The heavy footsteps coming up the stairs Counting the steps, the creak of number 8 The lock unbolted, the door swings open And there he stands, my father A lunge forward, he grabs my wrist The tight grip of his hand, cold and moist Forcefully dragging me down the stairs, the boys legs hitting every step Anticipation heightened, a shoe, a belt, a cane, a hand The terrified boy crumbles Tears fall, legs tremble Fury evident on his face Forced to my feet Pulled down my shorts, bare skin on show Fear on show as this man draws his hand back The instant sting A burning hot hand print As this man towers over my small stature He draws back his arm BANG! Again and again The boys body collapses The boy whales in pain Sensations reverberating on my skin The burning begins to prickle Tingling and sharp He’s not satisfied with his work The peripheral sees a boot heading my way A connection in my ribs Instantly gasping for every breath A boy so weak used to give his abuser strength His actions keep me quiet, keep me small and afraid A choice to humiliate a defenceless boy Left feeling disorientated, no anger in his voice, no emotion He sees my pain, my tears His hand reaches for mine Just to drag me back to the quiet room where I’m his captive 4 walls, a bottle of water and a bucket, click goes the door Heavy footsteps disappear from earshot Silence feels heavy, feels safe and temporary Left with my own thoughts Naked and beaten Body turning from red to purple Physical pain fades to a dull pain Freedom to shed tears, to share my pain with my own thoughts Permission to breathe in the silence The next time could be worse No excuses or reasons required A child knows no different I’m to blame for being born
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