A weakened state, out of my body, really
I feel nothing, see nothing, know nothing
I had been this way for four years, no feeling
Needing to remember, only to remember something
He was eight then, so young, so innocent
From what he’s seen, he won’t be the same
A child’s life and mine, both changed in an instant
and I don’t even remember his name
Four more years, two of them spent searching
but to no avail, he was never found
It left me empty, needing him, yearning
to find my son, to him I’m terminally bound
I found him, found his name in a long list of others
They said it was quick, that he was beaten to death
I was afraid to identify the cause; knowing it was his father
I could feel my son’s struggle, his fight for his last breath
My life was a spiral, I stopped living, stopped caring
only for others did I really exist, there was nothing left
the life I had before that day, my decisions had no bearing
on that day my life and world stood still, put on a shelf
I found a boy, his body, mind, and spirit broken,
I tried to help him, pouring my soul into his healing
His story was familiar, though mostly not spoken
but I wasn’t ready for the secrets he was revealing
His story was of a man, cruel and foreboding
He beat his son into submission, cracking his spine
The boy had a secret, a nightmare he was
holding,
I was horrified to find that his nightly torture was mine
I saw my own pain, saw his as well, all of it building
His body was broken, his life was over, the damage was done
I saw someone I’d lost, the reality of it deathly chilling
He was not my patient. I was facing what was left of my son