The storms outside her windows, they raged on, out of control, and the wind almost blew a branch and broke that glass window to her bedroom too.
The storms outside her windows, she looked outward, from where she’d always sat, but this time, she’d stopped, wondering when it’ll, all comem to an end, and just sat, listening, to the rain, hitting, against her window panes.
what the experience looked like…
She started to cry, because she felt, all alone, and that nobody can and will EVER care about her, as her father was, abusing toward her started when she was, just a young child.
And, as the storm raged on, the abuse she’d endured in life exacerbated too, her father went from just touching her, escalated to using her to “relieve” himself! And, she’d been told, NOT to let mama know ‘bout it, ‘cuz she already has enough stresses in her life.
The storm outside her windows, it’d seemed, to have, calmed back down, doesn’t it, but that, is only, a mirage, something that’s, wishful thinking, because the abuse will NEVER stop, and, the men she dates will also be JUST as, if NOT more abusive toward her, as her “daddy” once was…………
not my artwork…
Life, the Obstacle Course 