Soft Window
On anger...
Soft windows Open
Illuminate my soul eyes
Through sunshine brightest
He was sad
Though he was my dad
A soft tear
Rolls cheek side
Down
As I was born
For I was not his
And he not mine
Shut, stop
Start and go
Mum slept with
Others
Not just
Him
Cross my soft face
I am born now
When will I
Be whole
His large hand grasping her tiny wrist
He makes her scream with a sharp twist
Shaking and screaming
Punching with feeling
What have I done in this angry red mist ?