A poem about a child who is abused, and describes the abuse as a storm and how they’re caught within it.
The thunder I hear
It’s roaring again
And the lighting will follow
With strikes from her hands
As she stumbles in from the bar
Drunk again
I hide in my closet
Hoping she wont find
Like a little child
Scared in the night
In the middle of a storm
The blankets over their heads
Only they know their storm
Won’t leave them for dead
The tornado it comes
Slams open the door
And my tears they fall
Like rain once more
She throws furniture
Like wild wind in the night
And like the little kids
I’m full of fright
The weather men can’t predict
Just how this storm will go
And this is one storm
That their green screens won’t show
But morning will come soon
And the dawn will break
And the storm will end
But with every storm that I render
And every night I surrender
The storm comsumes me
And breaks me down
And I lose a piece of me
That can never be found
I try to hide
But the storm it always finds
Like a secret radar it hides inside
But I continue to believe
That someone will save me
And bring me inside
Where I won’t have to hide
A roof I will have
Over my head
To shelter me from the storm
And the lighting striking from her hand
I’ll have a shelter from the thunder, wind and rain
I’ll be kept safe from all the beatings and pain
The storm it comes
Again tonight
But I’ll never give up
I’ll fight for my life
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