a fathers' love
she gazed upward, motionlessly
expressionless, but with enough to see
the remnants of abuse
endured without ability to refuse
struck harshly and repeatedly
diminishing any thought of being free
etched numbly into her wrists
evident remains of a self-inflicted abyss
from the blame she placed upon herself
her source of redemption from her living hell
scars of her fathers' drunken outrage
remain and may slightly fade with age
she blinks numbly with no tears left to fall
relinquishing hope of ever finding his love at all