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She Will Never Know You


The words keep coming,

Flowing like a river.

The tears keep coming,

Falling like the rain.

 

I keep my head down,

Can’t make a sound

 

The bruises are showing,

Deep purple splotches.

The pain is overwhelming,

Earthquake tremors through my heart.

 

I keep my head down,

Can’t make a sound.

 

The knowledge that you might hear,

It’s enough to keep in the screams.

The thought that you don’t care,

It’s enough to be my deepest of fears.

 

I keep my head down,

Can’t make a sound.

 

Many a years later,

I found someone else who understands.

Many a years later,

I can finally speak my mind.

 

I lift my head up,

I open my heart.

 

I was raised to believe that pain was love.

But no more.

I was raised to believe that I was merely a toy.

But no more.

 

It took me twenty years to know,

That what you did was wrong.

It took me twenty years to see,

That I mattered all along

 

I was not loved,

You knew not of that domain.

But now I have the chance,

To stop the chain.

 

I have a daughter now,

With my husband’s dimple in the chin.

She will never cry,

Because of my hand across her skin.

 

She will be loved endlessly,

Because I have saved all of my love for her.

She will know love,

Because she will never know you.

 
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