Breaking My Silence
I’m that little girl on the street
too broken to speak!
As Dad furiously berated me, sister maliciously
smiled with enjoyment while kicking me in the
stomach laughing as I choked and collapsed.
Sister whispered to Dad which ignited
his temper into a rage wherein he
furiously diminished and finished me.
Mom remained silent, detached.
Older brother my only savior left home
before the most severe torture began.
Bruises on my legs from Dad’s punches healed.
Though my spirit was crushed leaving me in
utter defeat and damaged in character.
Every day of my life as a little child I
struggled to survive the brutality of the
insults and violence from these two.
I failed in life unable to release the pain.
They say forget it, move on, I say you didn’t
endure these ruthless punishments.
Certainly God knows my Pain!
Because I remain that little girl
on the street too broken to speak!
Copyright © Diane Perna | Year Posted 2018
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