Drunken rage and slamming doors.
Listening for dreaded boot heels on floors.
The snapping of leather coming our way,
Praying we would leave today.
Our mother ignoring our screams
Crushing all our hopes and dreams.
That someone would protect us
And keep us safe.
Instead, leaving our bodies to cry and ache.
Growing, adapting, and maturing too soon.
Too many nights gazing at the moon
Praying...
