Bitter realities

All that you can recall
from that dark house on the hill
was the misery,
was the pain,
was the harden words as they came
it was there that you grew your second skin,
in that place where you gave away to sin.

Bruised bones, sore lips,
explain to yourself and tell you of your worth.
The tears you cried were never seen,
you walked alone or so it seemded,
you'd sat for a while,
in thought
no value you could place,
as he'd taken all but your quiet breathe away.

Time cures the pain
but not the scars
and yet again your such a fool.
You hide within your mind
the bitter taste and pound the streets,
what right have you to stand head held high
when all you mean to do,
is to scream and cry.

As you try to settle those wasted years,
you hear the words yet again,
constant in your search to find,
that destiny where words nor looks can see,
what lies below in that sheltered place,
away from that tidal storm of disgrace!

Lesley Roberts 5/07/2002