born on an autumn morning
my cries let my mother know i have been welcomed into the world
so tiny and so small he held me after
skin to skin
my senses knew it was him
he who hurt me
i was given so much
my first steps
my first word
he taught me those things
how to ride a bike
tie my shoes
he taught me
he protected me
but he is who hurt me
i was seven
only seven
i had heard the yelling
the screaming
the hitting
but i didn't understand
i didn't understand the word divorce either
i just knew i could shut it out
so i turned on my stereo
and turned away for it
but i'd have to face it
eventually
i did
i was only seven
the memory is still clear
the images of him choking her
she was dying right in front of me
my mother
who had birthed me
the one who loved me
cared for me
she was dying
as a helpless child
frightened, i screamed
tears burst out of me
until he stopped
looked at me
and ran
by age nine he ran from me once again
but for good
he ran away from being my father
he became a father to someone else instead
he who hurt me
he is my father
forever sharing my dna with him
he is my father
and sometimes i wish he wasn't
ESTÁS LEYENDO
take it how you want it
Poesíathis is a series of poems i have written about past and current events. everyone handles emotions differently, here is how i handle mine
