Fireflies

There were fireflies in the garden As I thought to myself that day About the secrets families hold Are secrets never should be told As I was young and not too old I watched her cut her flesh Not once but thirty times more I kept wondering why cut herself I stared at fireflies in the garden As I thought back to this memory Seemed like a dream to me at 2 am And at the very young age of ten I watched the blood dripping from wrists As they were yelling and screaming words Someone was not paying enough attention My mind kept trying to processes the scene At an age, I should not be seeing all this Amongst the mixed messages swirling around I thought about the fireflies outside the window I was abruptly brought back to this dreadful scene As I heard the dog cry out in pain as it was cut open Only because she was there and in the way She was a miniature Doberman pinscher named Tiny There were so many words and accusations spit out It lasted a few hours but seemed the whole night So many secrets in this family never should be told Whenever I think back to this sad time I remember the fireflies that were in the garden I stared at fireflies in the garden as I thought I want to get away from all this insane madness And fly free alongside the fireflies in the garden Not my mother :)