After the Storm

Father had no choice the court order was clear, we were taken to that dark place of fear. They took our nice clothes and gave us rags, like children of the street dressed in shags. Abused and beaten cries in the night, we always waited for first light. Not much food to eat each day, you learn how to keep the pain away. Separated for months we were apart, this almost broke my heart. My brother all I had of family, now was gone as I sat absently. On a summer's day he was returned, I was overjoyed but my heart still burned Our Father returned a week after that day, he told us freedom would soon come our way. Innocent victims we did see that day, silently we were lead away. As the doors opened the sun shined bright, we took that step into the light.