(Poem inspired by previous post: Choosing Self Love ) A locked door a screaming sister a mother in despair a child rejected, scorned, neglected blames
Category: abuse
Thwarted
Have been unearthing the boxes of my subconscious, clearing ill- cast tales, intent on an end goal – restitution at very least, but my sister,
Questing
Quiet! the oft heard command of childhood echoes inwardly as if our home was a library our privileges reduced to silent study – passes given
Insatiable
He caved eventually gave in to her nagging left his wife, his children, mistook her naked willingness for love, a signal of commitment – it
Daughters
You think we don’t know what happens in the darkest hours; that somehow slumber blankets, plunges us into oblivion…. The same slamming of fists that
Bundled Memories
I carry my past in a long, white sack – canvas like a sailor’s – as if my life depends on it… or a laundress
