For My Beloved Sister

I fled his tyranny Not thinking Not considering That you will be next Escape, The only thing I thought of. From the pain The humiliation The bruises The hurt The suffering Never look back Never think of it Never consider the consequences Of being free Your beautiful cheek stained with the tears of my actions. A young life shattered by my desperation I am sorry I should have thought That you would be next In your innocence In your beauty You were perfect For his perversion You are the porcelain doll I dropped on the ground Shattered into a million pieces I may have escaped But the guilt Will never leave Will never go away It will gnaw rodent like at the fine interior of my soul at the casing of my heart Till I can take it no more I am sorry sister For not realizing That in my escape I have brought doom Unto you