Pain by Sherrie Lee
We were cowering in the corner;
Hoping not to be heard.
The sudden noises startled us;
As it broke the gentle air.
Raised voices held so much venom;
It’s poison definitely hurt.
Suddenly a crash sounded;
Then a thud as Mother hit the earth.
Instinctively we knew what it meant;
We knew her body had given out.
Her soul was left suspended in the air;
As her flesh was beaten about.
Tears rolled down our faces;
Uncontrollably at first.
As the silence lingered;
I knew I had to be heard.
I broke free from my siblings;
Venturing slowly into the hall.
Saw a shadow storm into the kitchen;
Where another cold one was in store.
The corridor seemed to elongate;
With a tunnel up ahead.
The light at the end was not salvation;
Only destruction, terror and tears await.
Eventually the end drew nearer;
In my view a sad creature appeared.
Holding her head in her hands;
Black and blue features start to take.
She peers at me through watery eyes;
Raised a hand so I would abate.
She shakes her head as a warning;
Hoping I would retreat during the wake.
I lunge for her with open arms;
Not thinking of the consequences.
At that moment the shadow re-entered the room;
Bellowing a mouth full of abuse and curses.
I held my angel with all my might;
Hoping the devil would not see me.
But he tore me from her arms;
And gave her a rest by starting to beat me.
I had become accustomed to the pain;
Years of numbing to great effect.
Even though I was hurting and felt it;
I refused to cry or show weakness to this beast.
The aftermath was always the worst;
As he tried to bribe us to show false regret.
But the devil always intends to do what he does;
And will soon venture out again.
It’s the disfigurement and the stinging;
I have difficultly to forget.
As I faced a new day changed by swelling;
And the lies I soon embarked on to protect.
But no one really cared;
Their display of concern was bravado.
For what happened behind closed doors;
Was not for people or the community to wonder.