Lilac Walls & Rainbow Brite Written: April 25, 2006
Small memories she recalls- Such as lilac bedroom walls. A Rainbow Brite doll that was her best friend- Keeping her secrets till the end. Remembering the mother consumed with alcohol- And being forced to stare at those lilac walls. The father who thought of her as his wife- Taking more of her-seeking to destroy her life. Mother was too busy with pampering her pets- So father made use of every second he could get. Lilac walls, and Rainbow Brite next to me- They were my witnesses to what Mother refused to see. Few pictures remain- And lies they contain! On them are written false words- Things never felt, spoken, nor heard. "My Three Girls" there in the ink- Of a mother who watched that abuse-and didn't blink. Love was not granted to those girls- Only misery, pain and darkened worlds. But in that darkness, I still see lilac walls- And remember mother ignoring my screams, my calls. Lilac walls and Rainbow Brite- He was too strong for me to fight. She refused to protect me- Yet blames me for this misery. Well, that little girl-fragile and broken- Is grown up and sharing secrets once said to never be spoken. Lilac walls and Rainbow Brite- My voice I now give flight…
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