Silence I don't feel safe in my own home. He's angry with something iv done or not done, im not sure which. I try to keep quiet to say the right thing but i know it makes no difference. He will stay that way until it suits him not to be. I become silent and small, i become timid and like a mouse, i sit trembling in the corner, shivering at the anger directed at me. But i never cry, not in front of him thats mine, my release for when he's gone. After the punches have stopped and the pain arrives i release my tears. Alone i kneel and cry, i mourn what iv lost. The tears like a waterfall soothe my soul. They give me strength to fight my silent fight to survive against him another day... Sky xo
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