Pack
Who knew it would end?
I thought it would go on forever, rendering me under his rule forever.
The day it ended was the day I could breath
It was the day that I stopped worrying about the bruises and the strikes.
It was the day my heart started beating again
It was the day I could look around me and see beauty again.
The day had started normally, early and loud,
Yelling, and strikes- once more having silent tears fall
The day had continued all the same, the meanness and yelling.
I had stared at the scars on my wrist, glancing from them to the man called my father
      I was about to open one, stopping the pain I felt for a fraction of time.
But blue and white flashes of freedom stopped me, ceasing him from his actions toward us.
 They left with alone leaving him there, leaving him to come into the house- his dark face red
Yelling and screaming- giving orders. One strike- two strikes- tears- pain.
He left for the night shift, one word was said by my mother
One word that made this dream happen
One word that filled me with hope
One word that signaled a stop
One word that made the scars on my wrist stay scars; the word-
Pack saved my life.
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Good write, Thanks for sharing
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Dear Maryam,
I am glad you had the courage to hear that word, for no life should bare any form of abuse, life is holy and precious, and living it with dignity for the self as well as others a responsibility that no one should fail to render.
kind regards
Shirley
Dear Shirlley,
Thank you, but abuse comes in different forms. whether it be physical, mental, or any other type of abuse used to trigger any sort of pain. It's life. I've come to know in my 15 years of life that baring abuse doesn't make us weak, rather makes us strong and builds us into who we are.
Best Regards,
Maryam Hafez