He is dead now
And so I was too late
(To stand up to him To tell the truth To protect others)
And yet the beautiful little stones that represent each of the numbers that I had wanted to have
Seared into me
Because I was heard
I stand taller because They know and every time I wear my pretty jewelled necklace, I am reminded of my bravery and their Compassion.
I was too late.
There will be no Retribution And he will never know
He is Dead now
You would have thought I would have left years ago, escaped the daily abuse but I didn’t. It’s so hard to explain why you don’t leave.