When Will It Be Tomorrow?

It started when I first arose,

The fear, I felt to my toes,

Arriving at the breakfast table,

How would I ever be able?

To make it through an entire day,

The calendar said Saturday.

No way to get away,

From whatever came my way.

The weather, much to cold,

When would I be too old?

Too old to have to stay at home,

Able to let myself roam,

Somewhere besides in side this place,

Where much abuse was the case.

Where was Mom? Where was Dad?

Whatever happened, it would be bad.

When will it ever be tomorrow,

When I’ll finally have some place to go?

– van –