An Open Book 30-07-08 , by Teach2Learn Subscribe to rss feed for Teach2Learn

As I reach to take this book from its shelf
Its really quiet daunting to glance a look at ones self
Within this book there are many dark pages
When we start reading it could take us ages
On each page holds its own deep stories
Inside hidden retains my locked memories
Who is it that holds the key but me?
So turn the key and see what will be
I think I’m invisible in the haze
With my feelings of anger ablaze
Why was I the one they always called?
For such you would sure to be appalled
My father propped up by his bottle
While my mother has her foot on the throttle
He lashes out as he won’t be told
That bowl of hot soup it sure did scald
My sister away at boarding school
And the older brother well he’s just a tool
While not at home I feel so alive
So through my sport I do strive
Nothing ever seemed good enough at home
So, subsequently as a teen I did roam
Mum says “sleep in my bed so he cannot rape”
It was my childhood they did take
I wonder did they ever think it not right
It wasn’t fair to pull me into their fight
One day he was there the next he was gone
And still on the chess board I am but a pawn
My years at school I did squander
What I could have become makes me wonder
Now I have a beautiful child of my own
His mothers love for sure he has known
I will always make time to listen
His artistic side surely does glisten
To him there is one thing I will say “grow tall”
And in the future you could have it all
Afraid and alone he will never be
As I will always love him unconditionally



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Posted: 2009-02-04 08:41:43 UTC

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