Monster
In shadows cast by bottle's glare,?A stepfather sits, lost to despair,?Mean and cold, with a heart of stone,?In the wake of his anger, no warmth is grown.
The walls bear witness to whispered dread,?As hours stretch long with words unsaid,?Each clink of glass, a thunderous toll,?Echoes of misery, consuming the soul.
Bitter words drape like heavy chains,?A child’s laughter drowned in the strains?Of thunderous storms within the home,?Where love is a ghost, forever to roam.
Eyes once bright, now dimmed by fear,?Silent prayers cast into the sphere,?For kindness lost in a tempest's rage,?A story written on an unwelcome page.
Yet beneath the scars, resilient and shy,?A flicker of hope still dares to fly,?To break the cycle, to seek the light,?To rise from the ashes, reclaim the night.
Though the past holds hurt like a bitter vine,?With every brave step, the stars realign,?For love can bloom in the darkest of places,?Healing the heart that this monster chases.
So here’s to the strength that refuses to break,?To dreams forged in darkness, no more forfeit,?From the grips of despair, a new dawn will weave,?A tapestry bright, for those who believe.
Copyright © Julie Diles | Year Posted 2024
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