Saturday, 2 January 2016

Merry Christmas, Therisa (December 30, 2015)

There are times
I must admit
That I feel like
A complete fraud.

As I struggle
With my mental
And physical health.

What others see
In me.

Finding myself
A part of my life.

Left alone
And buried
In the deepest cravat

As the memories
Are flooding
In my mind.

Of those dark years
Where Hell was
A place on Earth
For me.

Did I do
To raise his irk?

In such
A manner
He needed
To physically
And psychologically
Attack me?

Other then
Being the eldest.

I know
These "what ifs..."
That blow across
My mindscape
Are a deadly toxin.

The years
Of painful healing
I have endured.

And yet
Like a small child
I can't stop picking
At these scabs.

In trying
To cleanse
My diseased body
From this tainted past.

Therisa © 2015

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