Dear Amberle,At one your life had just begunA sweet, smiling totBlind of the horrors in which you were broughtOut of your control and beyond your reachI remind you that you’re not to blame for this breachGrowing steady and fast in the blink of an eyeI couldn’t believe the day you turned fiveI watched as you blew out the candles dripping in waxWishing that mother would take it all backI knew you were too young to understand this vile routineBut for me, at thirteen, I was put in betweenTo protect you from the monsters living so nearWe would run at the sound of the crack of a beerThe drunker she got, the more i started to fearThat the hatred and violence in her head would searI covered your eyes and held to you tight As we waited and waited for a chance for flightWe fought and braved life in our tortured stateFor in just two days you were soon to be eightBut that night mother came home enraged and at the end of her brinkAs she threw herself down for a round of drinksThe swearing and shouting were only the first Of her wad of emotions ready to burstAs she flung open our bedroom door, her eyes fell on youAnd at the sight of your flailing limbs, my paralyzed body didn’t know what to do.Red and blue lights flooded the roomAs she was restricted with handcuffs, the woman who filled my world with gloomNow I sit here before you, reading your name set in stoneWondering why i didn’t save you on my ownI hope that in heaven you’re doing much betterThan the wretched tale of your life in this letter.    Love, Jasmine