...orbing the tension in the air.
Mummy showed me the clump of hair
Daddy had pulled out the night before.
Hidden in the rafters overhead.
This child watched siblings fight.
It was all we knew, so I hit out too.
A refrain we learned well as father said,
"Children should be seen and not heard".
Voiceless and defenseless were we.
This child grew up insecure.
Feeling worthless I repeated history.
Only this time no bruises seen.
Hidden emotional b......
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