Praying under my smoky breath as I gather-
Scrambling through the car for what I bought,
Rushing to walk into front doors I dislike strongly,
Wanting to just turn my head and walk away.
I know in my heart that I just can't do that,
I'd be turning my back on him who I love dearly,
With all my heart, my life wouldn't BE without him,
I'd be turning my back on all the strength I've gained.
My heart is aching and I look up to ask Him questions-
Why do things have to be the way that they are?
How come you don't just let me win the lottery to move;
To move my family out of this place peacefully.
Foot moving in front of the other, walking fastly,
This is usually something that I never force myself to do,
Because I dread walking into this house for all my life,
Bags slipping from finger to finger as I'm trying to grip.
Screaming coming from the first room to the left,
Lights flickering on and off as I hear things crashing,
I drop everything and force myself to run after the sound,
Oh dear God, I sure could use your help right about now.
He's sitting in a corner holding his knees to his heart,
Tear drop sliding down his red cheeks, after another,
Drip drop, a puddle forms around his body- salty tears,
He cried himself a river, releasing all of his pent up pain.
I feel the anger and adrenaline circulating my veins,
No one touches my brother and gets away with it,
No one touches anyone I love and gets away with it,
I jump in the scene and interrogate the suspect.
"When judgment day comes, I feel sorry for you-
I want you to know, that no matter what happens,
You won't get lucky in the very end for what you did;
For what you are and for what you've become, remember."
