I am from light in the windowsill,

Never-ending days.

Nights filled with blissful, ignorant joy,

Blocking out the pain.

I am from dinner plates thrown against walls,

screams of evil words.

Living by "Violence is Not the Answer",

"But, Daddy, don't you hit Mom?

I am from simple denial of life,

This is who I am.

It's time to tear it all down.

The End

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