child abuse

Screaming in The Backyard

 Poetry  29 Responses »
Apr 152011
 

Your slap

Halted my first-found voice.

Probably a good thing~

That scream might have sounded

Forever.

 

It emerged

In the room

Shared with the sister

He was beating now

The one who dared

To call him out

Tell the truth

Name the beast.

 

She would not cry,

Refused with pride.

Told him so.

Fueled his fire.

 

The belt and blows rained down

 

And so

The scream erupted

From belly’s depths

Rose up, up, up

Spewed forth

Hot, fast, fierce, with force

Uncontainable.

Unrestrainable.

 

I ran

Frightened

By my power, sound, fury, fear.

Ran to the backyard,

Screaming.

 

You ran too.

“The neighbors will hear!”

 

Your slap

Halted my first-found voice.

Probably a good thing~

That scream might have sounded

Forever.

 

That slap

Taught me

To conquer, claim, control,

My power, sound, fury, fear.

 

Thank you.

Goddess Creates

 Art Journal, Poetry  37 Responses »
Apr 122011
 



Adamant about a life she knew she could create

She focused not on here, now, truth; began to fabricate

A storyline, connection-filled, that spoke of great success

A family tree, community, no violence, duress

She left behind the hardships, the people who’d mistreat

Forgot about the nay-sayers whose goal was her defeat

She moved across the country. She got a new address.

She changed her name, enrolled in school, vowed never to confess

The peculiar caste from which she rose

The brutal chapter, finally closed.

 

Like Diamonds

 Poetry  28 Responses »
Apr 052011
 

Early challenges aside,

Halcyon days existed

Like diamonds

Rare

~ but there ~

Buried in lengthy, brown-coal years.

Upon reflection

Those icy sparklers

Scattered glints of iris light,

Enough to nurture hope for brighter futures.

Blessed be the prism that refracts to alter views.

Blessed be the child who from the old path skews.

 

halcyon: to hearken back to an earlier time, remembered as idyllic

 

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