The Cost of Innocence by Julie Paschall
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The Cost of Innocence by Julie Paschall

When I was younger I'd hold my sister close during our father's wrath,
The way to handle it was to choose a careful path,
I felt her quivering palms, palms afraid of his treacherous tone,
Heard the heartbeat of our mother's weaken moan,
Our father would raise high his hammer of a hand,
And with such power on my mother's jaw, it would land,
My sister was silent too terrified to even breath,
She'd bury her head deep into my sleeve,

Each night he'd been drinking it would be a repeat of the last,
For his pain he blamed my mother and hit her harder with each blast,

Everything changed one evening when my mother wasn't home,
He finished the bottle of whiskey and released a tremendous groan,

I was in the kitchen cautiously washing dishes,
He had an anger in his eye, evil and malicious,
I peered over the counter and knew the look too well,
I'm sure it was similar to the Devil's in hell,

Just then my sister came skipping past,
She fell over his shoe and released a small gasp,
My father yelled at his innocent young,
The rage in his heart had only begun,

He picked up his small daughter with a twist of the arm,
Lifting her off the ground, plotting to inflict his harm,
A scene I'll never forget as he slammed her small body against the wall,
She fell, unconscious, her body so small,
He brought back his leg and prepared to kick,
Until he felt the sting of a deadly sharp stick,
I plunged the knife deep into his back,

He turned to me, I felt the pain of his attack,
He knocked me across the room,
And to my sister his rage resumed,

I grabbed another knife from the sink,
There was no time to stop and think,
My heart was pounding at a rapid pace,
Blood was gushing from my sister's hurt face,

I plunged in the knife again and again,
At last he fell, the battle came to an end,

This horrid night instilled in my mind, will always remain,
No matter the outcome, I know today, I'd do the same.

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The Cost of Innocence by Julie Paschall