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Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…
Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…
In fear of being…
Pushed away…
Or being punished…
Fading to grey…
Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…
Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…
To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…
Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”…
Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…
Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…
Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…
That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…
To a new existence…
One without any fear…
One without the pain…
One without the sneers…
That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…
As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…
Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…
A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…
The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…
And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…
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Powerful. I remember once I pushed my brother/abuser. Gravity worked for me. He fell just right to put a hole in the wall with his head.
Thanks Lynne and good for you! Cheers J
this hurts to read. beautiful and heartbreaking.
Thank you for your kind words Rachel – Cheers J
Loooovvvveeeee
I love that you Looovvvveeee this! Cheers J
Big hug!♡♡♡ btw are u a 1973 child?
Thank you and yes, 1973 was my year! Cheers J
I’m 1972 so right on!!!!
Loved your Eyes Wide Open poem! If you ever fancy guest poeting here – drop me a line! Cheers J
Big hugs to my seventies friend! ( The best era)
Thank you for your like. I’ve reached another person – makes me feel useful. I look forward to seeing more posts from you. Very creative and touching.
You are very welcome! I hope you fond something in these pages to connect with – that will make me feel useful too! Cheers J
I am easily brought to tears and you are very good at bringing me there.
Glad this one is more straightforward! Cheers J
Very powerful. Wonderful.
Thank you – Cheers J
Very powerful poem! It’s touching, moving, hurting and healing at the same time!