Dragged

As he dragged me by my hair From the bedroom to the stairs With every scream of every step As the roots pulled from my head As my blood splattered on the kitchen table As his fist and my face collide I wondered how soon before I would die With every explosion of pain a growing desire As his anger subsided Ripped and bruised skin dressed Presents and flowers around me As guilt attempts to make better And though from outside I hear the call of something different Something my mother , father, brother and sister all yearn for In the face of losing all that I love I turn from my pain and believe in maybe this time