Once upon a time, thirteen years ago
An innocent child was born, and as time would show
Her life wouldn’t be easy, that she would know
The child never lost hope, even when things were low

There was always a seat at the table that was never filled
And when it was she stilled
An imaginary anvil hung over her head that killed
Her father’s presence did nothing but have her chilled

One day, the relationships’ glass was broken
This mysterious man had taken a token
For he was not the man that was spoken
The rage in his eyes had always been cloakened

One mistake was all it took
for anger  to swell in his soul like a brook
and there was no stopping it as soon as he shook
and a mess would be made which upon you wouldn’t look

The child was cowering in a corner
Tears ran hot down her cheeks, no one could assure her
Who he really was, an enemy or her father
When the storm calmed, she decided to settle and be warmer

The marks would never fade, scars were born
Mentally and physically, she was torn
For her fake father, she would mourn
And as the real one, they would warn

Another innocent child would soon enter the world
Surprisingly he kept the relationship, unlike the girl
But pain for him was tripled
And he would be left crippled

The other position of leadership, which was their mother
Would only watch as they were trampled and smothered
They called out for her to play her role as their savior
But no help was returned in their favor

Finally, their mother had enough
She packed up her children and her stuff
For the girl, it took a push and shove
And they left that place forever, looking rather rough

Years had passed and her father returned
He tried to act as if innocent, that he had been adjourned
For he wasn’t welcome or yearned
This, he would painfully learn

It took much courage to stand lone
The daughter overthrew her father from his throne
She stood up to him and he left their home
But a spot will remain in her heart empty and alone

Me and my sibling were this girl and her brother
The same is true, My mother is the same mother
But there was no way for me to cover
That it was in fact impossible for me to recover.