Survivor

Your eyes look
Like shattered porcelain dolls,
A permanently wide eyed
And feral expression.
Yet, you still carry on
For family's sake,
Because a part of you
Has given up
And crawled away to die.
They tell you they love you
With all their God fearing,
Unworthy pieces,
But sometimes you still feel
The sweat, the shame,
The stinging pain,
And the sound of the old man's voice.
Still, you fervently say,
"God rest his soul,"
While all of you rages
For years old cries
To be finally heard.