In my mind
Simon & Garfunkel
Are singing "The Boxer"
With acoustic guitars.
As the tears
Well up
In my eyes.
Having
That dull ache
Within me.
Whenever
I think of
What passes
As home
During my childhood.
The black lies
That are told
Around the punches
And kicks
To my body.
I am screaming
Am screaming.
In hearing
My raw voice
Begging
Make it stop
But no one hears
Or pays attention.
As my body
Curls up
Into a foetal position
On the bed
Wishing for death.
Knowing
It's not coming.
Although
I pray
To a God
I don't believe in.
Hoping for
That release
From this Hell
On Earth.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: I know, this word prompt poem, is suppose to be happy and uplifting, but I can't write a bold lie. For too many children, home is, a place of abuse and torture, as I know, from my own personal experience, at the hands of a family member. Most of the time, it was dismissed, as being sibling rivalry, by my parents and the people, around us.
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It takes a lot of courage to open up and share. Thank you for this poem Therisa.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is such a devastating truth. Thank you, for sharing this. ♥
I agree with you. I faced a prompt last week that implied every family was a happy family. Well in a perfect world. Your honesty is important and verse I believe is the place to heal.
I hope you find something in life that is your "place."
I like what you say Therise. For so many children, their home is their hell. I am glad though, that many have the opportunity to heal, as I hope you are doing.
It does take a strong person to overcome an abusive childhood. Your poem is heartbreaking.
The best thing is that you grew up, escaped and can now create a safe home for yourself. Yes, every family is not a happy family. And it is good when victims of abuse speak up. Bravo, Therisa.
home is not always home as it is supposed to be...here every word goes straight to the heart...love the simplicity, honesty and courage about you...may you find true home in writing Therisa...
I had a bully of a brother, luckily though the wounds were superficial and the experience strengthening. It was however a part of my education in growing up.
A powerful poem that needed to be both written and read.
Some live in homes of pain - may they find a way out and a place of peace.
Every prompt should be a key (in my opinion anyway) - whatever it opens is neither right or wrong or good or bad - it is your story and a safe place (i hope) in which to tell it..and this touches the heart and is bold and honest - most of all i am glad death did not come
This is a very powerful poem, Therisa. That you have written about it suggests you have overcome the abuse, and are stronger for it.
I wish, Hervoice, rather, just one of my good days, which I have upper hand on this struggle. You don't want to see me, on the days, which the PTSD flashbacks leave me, a paralysed lump, on my bed.
Thank you, Jae Rose. Can honestly say, there were days, in my late teenage years that I thought, I wouldn't live, to see another day. For the record, my last suicide attempt, is more than 5 years ago.
Thank you, Truedessa, for your kind and supportive words, for those, who live abuse, on a daily basis.
Old Egg, I wish my younger brother was, a bully, only, except he crossed the line between bully and abuser, when he tried to kill me. Wasn't for the lack of effort on his part, for failing, but the fact, my mom placed her body overtop of me, when he tried to land on my ribs.
Thank you, Rosemary. Just wish, no one has to ever experience, something, as this traumatic, in their lives, regardless, of one's age.
Thank you, Sumana. Am working on finding, a true home, for myself. One, where I can be, without experiencing hyper-vigilance, or crippling depression.
Am trying, Sherry, especially, at the time, I was told, not to talk about it, by my mom.
Sanaa, for too many years, it ate away, consuming me, until I had nothing left, but to open up and seek help. I have lost my immediate family, as a result, but gain a sense of self-identity, I didn't have before.
Your welcome, Hannah. Sadly, reality is, never neat and packaged, like we want it.
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