Glen Hope, PA USA
Beth, I have to do it again for my benifit. I want to read this yet again in this format. This is such a sad and poignant pice. It brought tears to my eyes and made my breath catch. I only hope it wasn't written from your own experiences and if it was, may God grant you the strength to leave the past behind and to look forward to the future.
A child sits crying beside her bed.
Trying to hide by ducking her head.
Then he walks in,like the night before.
It happens again, he slams the door.
This goes on for 15 years.
This little child has hidden all of the tears.
She's grown up now, with kids of her own.
That part of her past will never be known.
She keeps it all bottled up inside.
She is still looking for somewhere to hide.
He calls her up from time to time.
Just to make sure she's doing fine.
Her fears never rest,even after the years.
It just gets harder to hold back her tears.
She hears other people talking about the childhood they had.
She never had one thanks to her dad.
"Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald