Crying

I remember crying softly, the welts were still fresh,

Coloured streaks of red and violet raised against my flesh.

I felt lost, alone, scared.

I needed someone to hold me but I felt abandoned.

Only the darkness in my room to keep me company.

My pain still haunts me, I find it hard to open up,

It's easier to hide behind my mask.

I wanted to say I'm scared, but I didn't know why.

I wanted to say I was afraid but I only cried instead.

I felt betrayed by her,

She never offered me comfort, she never said I cared.

Abused and worn, she broke me,

The man-child, too quickly, became the man.

I remember crying, softly...

The welts would scar over, the pain would hide itself away,

But, when I look at my children sleeping,

I remember the loneliness, the pain.

Maybe it still haunts me, in ways I will never understand,

But I offer them my love freely & every night I promise

That they will never cry of alone.