8/26/03
I Remember:
The screams and the whispers, the pounding of hearts
Your taciturn violence that tore us apart
The burden of secrets we carried within
The incessant feeling of unconfessed sins
Unstable, chaotic, the torturous threat:
Don’t say a word that you might regret
You might yank the thread that held us in place
Our entire life simply could be erased
It was all about power, your need to control
And I still remember the things I was told:
“You’re worthless and helpless, a pain in the ass
I’m paying for you, so you’d better grow fast
I’m not in the mood for your childish games
But later we’ll try something I like to play”
I remember the twisted, maniacal grin
Your sick satisfaction at the repulsive end
And the lesson I learned from those little games:
I am the problem, I carry the shame
I remember the gradual losing of hope
The extremes that I went to merely to cope
How you never noticed, in my every breath
My aching desire for the comfort of death
I remember how small I had to become
How you made us beg for every crumb
And somehow you brainwashed us to believe
That we didn’t have the power to leave
But no matter how much damage you’ve done
I’ll always remember that I was the one
Who first had the courage to stand up and say:
“Your reign of terror is ending today”
© Sarah Henderson 2003
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