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 ?

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