I’m a kid
I cry
Bicker
Yell but don’t I dare tell
Sob and beg you to stop
It’s not me your hurting
you promise with bitter words you won’t
You keep your promise
Yet break our family apart
I’m sorry to call you dad
You not even that
For blood we do not share
I can not even care
Your sweet
Kind
And oh so fake
Like many others
You indulge
And indulge
Alcohol driven
And although I was a kid
Young and naïve
And still I am
Although I hold invisible wrinkles
On this stained skin
One  like the beauty of stained glass
For stained glass I am
Only stained with raw blood and mud
And the green color of the glass from your beer bottles
Im am but a worn jacket
For in your eyes I am still your little girl
Although not a girl
And neither yours
For your hands hold me like horns carry soft petals
Holding up to shine and bath in light
Only for this flower to be drowned
As if you were the rain
Washing my garden away
My home keeps away
Far from my safe space
And although you shouted and yelled
I forgive and not tell
For the house hold the secrets
Even when it came crashing down.
But if you look closely I’m yet a rose healing
The storm has passed
And yet still barely
I bath in the soft sun
Drink in light spring showers
And I no longer drown.