Purple Ribbon Poem: Home



I never knew what would occur when I left
Or what I’d see when I returned

I tried to run but I always came back
I just couldn’t quell my concern

I feared that my mother might be in distress
Or worse, that I’d find someone dead

That thought wasn’t baseless in my childhood home
There was no escaping that dread

The tension would build up between them for days
Until it burst out in a storm

Of course, you may never have lived with violence
But in our house it was the norm

Screams would rip through the veil of the night
Despair would emerge in a brawl

I searched for a cause but I never could tell
What the hell was wrong with us all

Our home looked so perfect, too good to be true
But no one saw through the facade

They were too busy saying how precious we were
To notice that we were a fraud

© Sarah Henderson 2004


About writingforrecovery

Sarah is a writer and poet who speaks out about issues that make people uncomfortable. Sarah advocates for causes such a sexual assault, domestic violence, child abuse, and mental illness, and often speaks openly about her own experiences. She is determined to abolish the stigma associated with these issues and believes that it starts with people telling their stories, so she started a blog called Writing for Recovery where people can do just that. She is the author of three volumes of poetry and is currently at work on her fourth. She is convinced that there's a novel somewhere in her, and occasionally picks at the chapters so far. View all posts by writingforrecovery

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