I hear you in your room
The words he shouts are unclear
But I hear every tear that escapes your eyes
I feel every tear that is replaced inside
Unbearable
I hear you calling out
Begging for him to stop
I’m frozen with fear
Picture clear what he’s doing to you
What he’s done to me
Unbearable
The sound of every time he hits you
Bruises more than the skin
I hear a smash and know
He’s vindictively broken something you love
Stinging more than his punch
Unbearable
Children no longer allowed to talk
Fearing a beating for simply looking at each other
Now it seems clear why he kept us separate
Suffering in our solitude
Though for me yours will always be….
Unbearable
When you said to me
Recently
Your childhood ended
When you were ten
When Dad died and we moved in with him
Where you summed up our childhood
In words so powerful in their few
Unbearable
Knowing that your sad
Knowing that your crying
Knowing you can’t forget
Knowing you feel what I feel
Knowing so much of what he did to you
The guilt for not being able to help you
Then, now, always.
Unbearable
Christopher Wellbelove
8 October 2007
