Friday, August 23, 2013

Remembering The Fear

By D Sharon Pruitt [CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons
I remember the fear I felt deep inside
So many days wishing I was not alive

The sting of your hand as it slapped my face
Was I really that bad, was I such a disgrace?

I tried to please you every day
Your only wish was for me to go away

Would I come home while you were in a rage?
I always wanted to escape, to another place

The words you spewed
They were so crude
Why could you not have just bit your tongue?
I was just a child then…. I was so young

I cooked, I cleaned, I tried to please
Nothing was good enough
You were always so mean

You once told me my father did not love me anymore
You hoped I would believe this and walk out the door
Too bad I came with the package deal
My father loved me, that was real

Now that I am a mother, I simply cannot not fathom
How one could treat a stepchild in such bad fashion
There was no love, there was no compassion

All the cruel things you said to me
I still remember them…. Deep in my mind
But now I am free

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