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.

Wondering

What others see

In me.

Finding myself

Revisiting

A part of my life.

Best

Left alone

And buried

In the deepest cravat

Possible.

As the memories

Are flooding

Forward

In my mind.

Of those dark years

Where Hell was

A place on Earth

For me.

What

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.

Threatening

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