Wanting the experience to be gone
Yet understanding why it happened
I remind myself every knights night has its dawn
While my heart remains flattened

All of a sudden my body became a statue
She wanted this to be my punishment
What was done is done and fighting back has no value
After all, I was her baby but then became contorted and bent

My  father enters the room and picks up on the familiar scent
I sob and shake while holding my tender body
Evil laughs after she has inflicted both physical and mental torment
Hope exits and fear embodies

Alone angry and afraid
How does a temper reach that level of rage?
Piecing together what was torn apart from a trusting blade
I quietly fight my demons inside  this donated cage.