Survivors Poetry

To YOU, my 'so called brother in law'

For years I have sat and pondered the facts
What you did was wrong
We both know that

Why did you choose to remain in my life
The suffering you have caused to your poor wife
Your little boy and ‘Daddy’s’ little girl,
I just hope and pray they have nothing tell

Why didn’t you leave, like you’d done before?
I wished you stayed behind the closed door
Instead you remained causing hurt and pain,
I knew my life would never be the same again

I wanted for you to rot in hell
But I knew one day, I’d have the strength to tell

That day is now, and low and behold
I wasn’t alone, I’ve now been told
All three of us – how do you live with that
You dirty b……… you were always so matter of fact

‘Him’ up there knows the truth, so your sister says,
If only she knew what went on in your head

We sat in court unveiling our souls
You smirked and listened, no remorse unfolds
Did you do this to strip the last of our pride?
You probably thought we would run and hide

But we are stronger now, not children no more
Our voices would be heard and we are ready to settle the score

I hoped it would pain you to hear what you have done
Taken our childhoods, I bet you thought you’d won

Then the verdict came in, guilty they said
Looks like your sis was right, you made your own bed

But is this enough for the pain you have caused
It’s enough for me, knowing you’ll sit there all bored
Alone in your cell, no friendly faces to see,
That’s the way that we felt, my baby sisters and me!

Despite all of this, I will hold my head high,
Safe in the truth, what we did was right
I’ll feel no shame, guilt or burden,
The blame lies firmly at your door, and this I am certain!

My only hope, is that we got there in time, and I pray to God
“Let your own children be fine!”

Anon