The story of Anika

Her name was Anika . 

There was no one like her

She was full of life, but could not shine through it’s bleakness and desolation 

She always fought  for the strength to keep on living 

She turned her eyes towards the ticker

Tick! Tock! Tick!  Tock!

Daddy was almost home

As usual, he had too much to drink

His breath even sober, wore the same alcohol stink 

He drained all her energy,  clipped her wings and grounded her with his words

He smalled her dreams and mauled her ambitions 

The sky was not her limit

Mommy was not spared either, at her his eyes always glared

He devoured her with his stare as his tongue flared , spitting daggers which pierced into her core

In the sea of obscenities there was no shore, not a lighthouse in the vicinity 

He pushed her to the floor, her dignity he tore

Anika screamed with all her might, but her frail voice got lost in the fight 

She rushed to her room, her safe haven

Clutched her blue book, her sole confidant 

She wrote of her father, the man who was supposed to be her anchor 

She wrote of her mother, the woman who was supposed to her mentor

She wrote of her sorrow, of a place where happiness she could borrow 

She wrote her tears drop by drop 


Anika saw him

Her new found soul mate

He swore no foul play

And she bestowed her full trust upon him

She needed him to embrace her, assure her and accept her wholeheartedly 

But he was just a boy

He couldn’t grant whatever she wished 

He couldn’t understand her troubles, or stand her rantings 

To him, she was a Debbie downer

Anika was dejected 

She ran into her room, her safe haven 

Clutched her blue book, her sole confidant 

She wrote of her lover, the man who was supposed to be her knight 

She wrote of their love, once pure as a dove

She wrote of her sorrow,  of a place where happiness she could borrow 

She wrote her tears drop by drop


Anika met her, they became sworn BFF’s 

She needed a shoulder, her feet were giving way 

She poured out her soul

Told  of her father turned foe, of her rogue lover, of her sanity almost sent to the morgue

But  bestie was one to kiss and tell

Anika could hear her words in the wind 

Whispers followed her

Eyes trailed her 

She ran to her haven and grabbed her sole confidant

She wrote of her bestie, of their womanly bond now severed

She wrote of how her back hurt, from all the stabbing 

Of her measley esteem, shaken from all the blabbing 

She wrote of her sorrow, of a place where happiness she could borrow 

She wrote her tears drop by drop


Anika turned to liquor 

James and Johnny were faithful 

They made her happy 

Tot after tot, bottle after bottle 

She was walking above the clouds, stars all around her

She could touch them 

The tiny ‘gold diamonds’ took her breath away

Finally she had reached the unreachable 

If only her father could see her now …

She didnt see the figure, skulking behind the bar of the dingy bar

It preyed on her, waited for her guard to lower further 

Helpless,  she was led to  his car

It’s tinted windows were rolled up


It was a bright morning 

Curled up in her room, banging her head against the mirror 

Anika  couldn’t stop the memories from flooding back

She sought amnesia, better yet, an overdose of anaesthesia 

She was drowning in lemonade, from all the lemons coming her way 

She had thrown herself enough pity parties 

She wished for no more 

She threw her little book into the fire, it’s dying embers bore no trace of her existence 

Her head hurt 

Her heart bled

She reached for the pills 

It was going to be her last headache 

Her last heartache 






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