Reflective Sorrow

I don’t want you to think I cry
For tragedies in days gone by,
I simply want to ease my heart
From consequence of childhood start.

In poverty my birth time came
Amidst the gravity of shame,
When arguments were of the norm,
No shelter found from parents' storm

With no regard for clemency,
And fists his verbal currency,
His anger tried to kill my soul,
And I was left in deep black hole.

Day after day, I bore the brunt,
While he portrayed an outward front
Of cheery smile, and gay esprit,
Behind closed doors, he pummelled me.

No alcohol, no drugs to blame,
In innocence, I fuelled the flame
Of rage inside tormented head,
My body suffered in his stead.

‘though time has eased my heart from pain
I would not live my life again!
In later years, my children grown,
Its peace and harmony I own.