No One Wins

This is my story.

I won’t spare the horror.

For if you truly want to know.

My life, to you, I’ll show.

It started when I was too young.

To understand right from wrong.

An elder one touched me bad.

He wasn’t a man, he was my dad.

I believed the lies.

I hid my cries.

For as no one knew,

My pain just grew.

Until teenage years it went.

In pain, my childhood, spent.

Then, a promise from my father.

It would go on no longer.

I was then, an older sister by three.

Believed it wouldn’t happen to them, what happened to me.

And, yet again, I fell prey to lies.

Now, I’ve heard my sisters’ cries.

No more pain I thought would come.

Now, I realize what I let be done.

I ignored it and let it be.

The fault you see, is on me.

But idly by I no longer stood.

Revenge will happen, as it should.

He’s paying now, for his sins.

IN THIS LIFE, NO ONE WINS.

I pray for strength, to forgive.

To be able to live, and let live.

But, I’ve never known a greater monster,

Than that of my own father.

He’s sorry now, and again, and again.

But, how to believe his mouth full of sin.

His sorrow means not much to me.

I’m tired of his begs and pleas.

But, if I know him and condemn,

Then am I only, truly, condemned.

So I must, I must, I must let go.

Teach my sisters, love to show.

It may, it must, it should, take time.

With no reason, and no rhyme.

For other question forgiveness here.

But, what other way to be sincere?

Judge me not for my efface.

If you could, would you not erase?

And forgetting is not the answer.

I could never forget, not now, not ever.

I have escaped the torture, in my bed.

But worse is the torment, in my head.

Every day, I lay myself to blame.

For giving my sisters, to be laid claim.