Broken Home

by Anonymous

A flashlight thrown,
A broken bone.
A smile to hide
The black inside.
Long sleeves to cover the bruises.

I got so small
As the trees grew tall,
Being told everyday
I am nothing at all.
I could no longer see the forest.

On an innocent day,
I drifted away
To a safe place to stay.
And a new game to play!
I was drawn there far too often.

A moth to flame,
This guessing game,
Where I have no face,
Where I choose my own name.
Questions not so trivial.

Left the dishes undone,
I was having such fun
Remembering what it felt like
To get out and run.
I forgot the dishes completely.

The dishes were thrown,
A broken home.
I leave that life,
For one not known.
A smile to chide
The fear inside.

I see my arms
With no bruises to hide.
So I take off my long sleeves
And I set them aside,

I left them there
For him to wear.