An Open Book 30-07-08

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 **Copyright reserved