Dry Tears

Dry Tears

A gray sheet turning the sky into an ultimate expression
People whispering without the slightest discretion
Huddled crouds trying to catch the light
In one small house, you can hear two people fight

Mama and Papa screaming and hollering
A little girl covering her ears, no sense of belonging
A click of the shutters as the day turns black
Baby brother doesn\'t know the burden on his back

The parents argue, a flight of fists
Little girl wishes she didn\'t remember this
Her parents heavy drinkers, she can hear slurring words
A thousandth beer on the wall, brown glass on the floor

At 2 a.m. the house turns quiet
The lights click off and the door shuts
Hearing a screech of the gas pedal
A squeal of tires and they\'re gone

Mama cries, she doesn\'t remember
Her wrists tied with barbed wire to the bed
A bruised face and punched mouth
Her baby\'s almost dead

Baby brother has a bag
Wrapped around his head
Tied feet and hands
Circulation cut with thin thread

Sister is on the ground, blood just barely staying in
Bruises, cuts and batters decorating her skin
Daddy was drunk, he knew better
But the crime he made was sin

Little girl remembers sitting in mommy\'s lap
With little brother smiling
Laughing a first-tooth laugh
A memory she\'ll always treasure

Reaching the night stand
She reaches slowly and knocks off the phone
This little girl was smart, even from an abusive home
Small fingers punch 3 digits, holding tightly with a trembling hand

She wakes up in a white room
People tell her that daddy won\'t hurt her here
She simply shakes her head
Crying out in fear

\"Where is everyone?\" she cries
They all comfort her with lies
She answers with tears in her eyes,
\"I never got to say goodbye\"

That little girl lives with a sad memory
Knowing little of reality
The little girl who was found
And had a second chance

She and others
Live with fosters
But in better homes than what they had
She will never again be hurt by her mom or dad

Years later, staring at her body
She is glad to be alive
God answered her dry tears
He did not let her die

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Dedicated to the CPS (Child Protective Services),
all of the abused children,
the foster homes, their caretakers, and their residents,
and the people who took the time to save a life.
God works in mysterious ways, and he always has love.