Scattered Sanctuary

Beneath the frothy bubbles, warm and deep,

I played within the water's keep.

A moment of innocence, so pure and sweet,

In the sanctuary of the bath's retreat.

But hark! A knock upon the door,

Brother number two, seeking the floor.

But brother three, with mischief's grin,

Said, "Wait a moment, I'll let you in."

With knife in hand, the door swung wide,

And what transpired, no child should abide.

Upon the ledge, they both did stand,

Unzipping pants with reckless hand.

Their laughter echoed, cruel and cold,

As streams of urine began to unfold.

Upon my helpless form, they let it rain,

A shower of shame, an act profane.

I tried to scream, to voice my pain,

But silence fell, their will to gain.

For in my mouth, their aim did find,

To quell my cries, to silence my mind.

Where were my parents, in this dark hour?

Lost to me, in memory's tower.

But in the depths of fear and dread,

I longed for them, to ease my head.

Yet in the aftermath, a truth revealed,

Of innocence lost, of wounds unhealed.

For though the scars may fade with time,

The memory lingers, a haunting chime.

But from the depths of darkness, I rise,

With strength anew, to claim the skies.

For though the past may cast its shade,

In resilience and courage, I find my aid.

So let this tale, though dark it be,

Be a testament to the power in me.

To overcome, to rise above,

And in the journey, find love.