tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47409833565290006622024-03-12T17:36:00.656-07:00The RunawayThe Runawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02208122373932156264noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740983356529000662.post-8904297251544253692022-02-27T17:41:00.001-08:002022-02-27T17:41:10.704-08:00Nightmares<div style="text-align: left;">He lays there with his eyes open</div><div style="text-align: left;">And the lights on</div><div style="text-align: left;">He cannot close his eyes and dream</div><div style="text-align: left;">For he has only nightmares.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You made him question his safety in his bed</div><div style="text-align: left;">His safety with his family</div><div style="text-align: left;">And his safety in himself </div><div style="text-align: left;">But you did not win.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When he wakes up in the morning</div><div style="text-align: left;">He embraces the day</div><div style="text-align: left;">He runs into my room with that smile</div><div style="text-align: left;">Knowing the night is done</div><div style="text-align: left;">And he had another safe night</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">See, you can't take the hope from my child</div><div style="text-align: left;">You could never take it from me</div><div style="text-align: left;">I beat you with my love and optimism</div><div style="text-align: left;">And he has beat you with his</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now we are gone and we are safe</div><div style="text-align: left;">And you are watching your back</div><div style="text-align: left;">As your nightmares will only get worse</div><div style="text-align: left;">While ours only get better. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>The Runawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02208122373932156264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740983356529000662.post-68329374060403447062021-12-15T13:15:00.001-08:002021-12-15T13:15:53.559-08:00Questions<span style="font-family: verdana;">What made you do it?</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When did you do it?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">At one point I was an infant child,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">looking at you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Needing you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Was it then? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did you touch me then?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Was it when I was 5 years old</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">and my mom was in the hospital with cancer</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did you touch me then?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or was it just my sister?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When did you feel it was wrong?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I was old enough to remember?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or was it when I was too old for your liking?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">What is your cut off?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I look at my body and I see old scars</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">where cuts once were. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I look at them and I used to not care where they came from</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">but now that's all I think about.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did you give me that scar? </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Was I misbehaving that day?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was assaulted when I was 17</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">and I don't remember the rape because of the trauma that you put me through.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I always wondered since I was 17 what happened to my body</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">when I wasn't in it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, all I can think of is what happened to my body,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">since the day I was born.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">What a way to live your life,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">not knowing what your own body has seen.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh, if the walls could talk...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">You would be in prison and my family would be safe.</span></div>The Runawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02208122373932156264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740983356529000662.post-47760746789021409472021-12-01T16:07:00.001-08:002021-12-01T16:07:21.102-08:00Phoenix<p>I will never smile seeing you walk through the door again<br />My heart no longer sings a song for you<br />The memories you gave me are all tainted<br />Such a perfect childhood,<br />just erased.</p><p>You betrayed me,<br />and even worse you used my kind heart against me<br />You touched my sister,<br />you touched me,<br />worst of all, you touched my children.<br />Then you made me forget<br />with all the grooming you fed me<br />I am sick.</p><p>I am sure you laugh at how stupid I was<br />How you fooled me all those years<br />30 years you fooled me<br />God, how stupid am I?<br /><br /></p><p>You raised me to be anxious and scared.<br />Then you used my nervous tics as jokes.<br />You put a weight on me so I could never fly<br />While you had your birdhouses out the window<br />So I could imagine freedom.</p><p>Well soon I will be gone<br />Far away<br />Where you cannot get me.<br />I will save myself and my family<br />like I should've done years ago.<br /><br />I cannot save the memories for my sister or myself,<br />But I can sure as Hell stop you from tarnishing my child's memories<br />I will protect them from you,<br />I will protect them from the cycle.<br />They will feel what a true parent's love is like,<br />without your sickening 'love'<br /><br />I am a Phoenix.<br />I shall rise from the ashes you put me in.</p>The Runawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02208122373932156264noreply@blogger.com0