he was a demon
preying on the weak
the vulnerable;
his own daughter.
a soul-sucking shtriga
creeping into her room
touching her
hurting her
forcing himself on her
his wife an accomplice
a bystander,
nothing but a supervisor
guardingย his honour.
she grew up though
as he grew older
ageingย in such a way
outsiders knew of his soul.
ugly
toxic
perverted.
she was a good catholic daughter,
care of her father and mother
in her hands.
the responsibility proved too much
and she shattered.
white walls
of the psychiatric ward
her home.
her family,
her siblings
called her insane,
call her insane.
the silence of the father’s abuse
a silent, unbreakable wall between them.
they will never support her.
she stands alone.
the father’s money,
greed,
proved too much a temptation
to go against the demonic beast
they call their father.
but her strength
underestimated
will rise up like a phoenix
and will burn the world down.
do not ever invalidate the abuse victims have received
by focusing on their mental illness.
their mental illness is the result
of constant fear
trauma
at the hands of those who are supposed
to love you.
–ย this is what happens when you investigate the skeleton in the closet.
I am really sorry, the read was great, and the secret, it left me speechless. It was like the worst nightmare. Its hard even to imagine so I hope its a fiction. But sadly, it isnt.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Ankit! I completely understand how you feel, I felt the exact same when I found out and it truly made me understand things that occurred during my childhood where I would specifically be kept away from the man because of what he was doing to his daughter, but what makes me feel so angry is that no one did anything when they found out, including her siblings, and that still makes me feel horrible.
I really enjoy your comments, Ankit! So, thank you.
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Its easy to picture, thanks to your poem.
Im glad to hear that you enjoy my comments ๐
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