Coming out of the dark (part II)

The morning after…

Don’t worry how I slept or the empty
dreams that tried to keep me company.
I gave you space and you finally knocked
on my door and held me like
my heart was falling out of my chest.

You cradled me and said
“I’m sorry” over and over again.
But you aren’t to blame.
I understand you were shocked.
I somehow knew this wouldn’t
be a barricade to our relationship
because who pushes away their
daughter for sharing how she feels?

For better or worse, this will change everything.
You tell me he hasn’t changed,
that it wouldn’t have gotten out of hand
if you had left sooner.
We don’t know what tonight will bring.

Will there be fist fights?
Who will propose a leave of absence?

You promised me one thing:
you will never leave me alone in this house.
You will never let me feel unsafe here again,
for this will be the last night his cold heart
destroys what love has built for us.

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3/10/2017