Poem
My father…
My father was a Rage-a-holic, verbally and physically abusive, and more…Drama “King” is an understatement.He seemed to derive pleasure from inflicting pain and humiliation on the rest of us. As a child I could not stand up to this man… Had to put up with this “bully”...
Gated
There is a fine line in the sandWalking a tightropeLearning to juggle one egg at a timeWalking on a frozen riverBeing aware of the delicate waterThe faded line on the beachIt sometimes can move from the waves washing ashoreI can forget where the line wasSlowly dipping...
Ocean Rescue – Fail
When I was ten, my daddy-Monster carried me out of the Pacific Ocean, yet failed to rescue me. Ten years old:One decade of domestic violence.One decade of explosive terror –from daddy-Monster. My parents drive usto Southern Californiato visit relativesand enjoy the...
BREAKFAST IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
(Trauma Warning!)Fourteen years old: I’m in bed for the night, but still awake. Daddy-Monster enters my room. I pretend to be asleep. He pinches my nose closed with his fingers. I open my mouth to breathe. He covers my mouth with his...