Life can be a burden, heavy to bear,
When memories haunt and bring despair,
Like a weight on my soul, it drags me down,
As I recall that fateful night, in my childhood town.

I was just a child, innocent and small,
When my parents' argument turned into a brawl,
My mother's rage boiled over, and she sought me out,
Her hands around my neck, I feared she'd never let me out.

My father just stood by, watching with a blank stare,
As if he didn't care, or worse, didn't dare,
To intervene and stop my mother's rage,
Leaving me to suffer in my own little cage.

I tried to open up to my teacher, hoping for some relief,
But all she could say was, "Your mother loves you, my dear",
But how can that be true, when all she did was hurt,
And fill my heart with fear, leaving me scarred and inert.

Now, as I navigate through life, trying to find my way,
I carry the weight of that memory, every single day,
I wish someone could understand, the pain I feel inside,
And help me heal from the trauma, that I cannot hide.

Life can be draining, when memories like these persist,
But I'll keep pushing forward, and never give up on this,
I'll find the strength to overcome, and rise above the pain,
And one day, I'll find peace, and my spirit will soar again.

© SP