Finally Free

Looking through my crystal glass window
Watching the dark night sky gently glow
I realize I’m going to leave for my lost home.
I could never go back, after leaving so long ago.
The night I fled is a now only a memory
So long ago, but I remember it clearly.

My father and step-mother were deciding my nightly chore
As I sat and waited, reading my book by the back door.
Lost into my novel’s fairytale, my dad screams at me.
For a moment I forgot that I was simply waiting.
I hesitated to put down the book, I did not want to continue life.
Then he lashed me, not with his fist or foot, but with a cold knife.
As the blood flowed from my stomach, I began to blackout
But, before I slipped into my coma, I heard my brother shout.

I woke deep into the night, with sharp pains and my little brother staring at me.
I knew from his face it was time to run away from our nightmare, time to leave.
We packed and left quietly a few nights after I had finally begun to heal.
No one looked for us, and I knew our new freedom was what no one could steal.
Weeks later, we were hidden at our real mother’s home, away from evil.
No one came, no one worried. We were finally free from dad’s near kill.

Now I know where I belong, and my little brother finally starts to not ever regret.
I still worry for him, that one day he will know the truth, and not forgive and forget.

Through all, I could not help but cry, we had fled, and God helped us through.
Never again, will we let this happen, we will fight, that is what we choose.