I am powerless over:— in childhood —• being born unwanted• the generational violence which created my parents• daddy-Monster’s hatred, violence, immaturity, and drunkenness• mom’s bitterness and excessive drinking• my reckless brother’s violence, foolish choices, and...
(A poem about suicide grief, my personal grief over my brother's final decision.) Darkness. Deep, deep darkness.Possible brain Injury from childhood.Shaken baby syndrome?Mental trauma from abuse and neglect.He had offered to fix up his mother’s home while she was...
(Note to my fellow travelers: I wrote this on 30-Nov-21 as I was “looking forward” to Christmas.) Christmastime:A time of peace, love, joy,anticipation, hope, giving,goodwill towards all. I remember Christmas:I was five or six years old.We arrived at a friend’s...
Trigger warning. This poem contains a traumatic event. I don’t rememberthe first three years of my life.But my gut remembers.My heart knows the truth. Frozen terror within.Terrified of daddy-Monster,the volcano in my home.I must hide from him, but I can’t. One simple...
I was fourteenand sick of daddy-Monster’s violence.I did not know who I was.I had heard too many lies. Too many beatings.Too many slaps across the face.Too many unpredictable eruptions.Too much terror. Too much ridicule.Too many disparaging comments.Too many hostile...
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