Holding The Moon, Like Life…
Standing alone, holding life like the moon,
She was only young, blackened, as dreams loomed,
Guided by innocent self, a man,
The man,
Her father,
He took that away with grotesque feelings,
He couldn't resist giving mam all those beatings.
The sound of an unstrapped belt,
The haunted echo of that buckle,
The creaking of wood, as one step became closer, snarling with his evil angry laughter,
As she travelled upstairs, slumped to her sorrowful life,
The tears trickled, for in the morning, she would be counting the bruises on mother.
"One day, mam stood up for herself and me,
She believed we shouldn't be condemned to that kind of torture,"
"She was letting go, we didn't deserve such torture!"
"It's took me 25 year to speak out, I realise that I'm that girl,"
"I'm that girl, holding the moon like life,"
"I forgot to live, I didn't deal, I didn't smile,"
"Instead I sheltered, I told myself to hide.”
Now, a girl, a woman,
A woman letting go,
A woman, now holding the moon like life,
As she lets go,
Hollow, no more...
