Their lips were like shovels,
always digging a hole
to bury my feelings,
having cut my throat
with their razor words,
poured their criticism as acid upon my heart.
They held the title parents,
but demon felt more fitting,
hard to call it love
when all they ever showed
was a hate with passion
to be sure every day
I was left bleeding from their rage.
Time gave me a portal beyond that hell,
able to look bad at the alcoholic insanity
and pious sadism with its hypocrisy
as a sickness instead of parenthood.
Carrying the moans of all the unmarked graves,
those scars of their little executions,
in my head,
feeling the skeletons of their murdering my esteem
claw so often from the cemetery in my head.
But the wind carried me to hearts
who showed me love without a butcher knife intent,
learning to heal and find the person
the ogres of my childhood tried to entomb.
Didn’t happen over night,
still at times have to excavate
part of my talents and self worth from that graveyard,
forgiveness a process of resurrection
of the being they never accept
and embracing that their lies
didn’t have to become the death of my future.
A contest entry
- Give me hope, tell me about Abuse. by Cyanide Dreams.
1500 points, ended January 25, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The imagery in this poem is great. I absoultely love this poem, and I love the metaphor in it. The personification is absoluetly amazing. Its sad to say that alot of parents are like this. And alot of children do end their lives over it. the end of this left me feeling very hopeful. Good write and thank you for entering my contest.
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your imagery and metaphor is graphic and as powerful as ive ever seen. there are lines in this which asre just so well written they stand out in my memory on their own, in a way many other lines in other poems fail to do. i particularly liked: "Time gave me a portal beyond that hell" although i'm not sure exactly what it is about it that speaks to me, it does speak to me, and that is the important thing.
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like very much
reminds me a bit too much of my ex husband though, no really I loved the write
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Wow!!! Such raw expression. I love the image of the graves in your mind of the executed parts of your self. I'm very glad you chose to end the piece with healing. My favorite line (and theres many more....) is "forgiveness a process of resurrection of the being they never accept" .
I have a question, in the second line of the third stanza, is "bad" supposed to be "back"? Wasn't sure about that-it really tripped me up.
Good luck,
KW~
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You held my full attention with this piece brother. The emotion is so strong and heart felt I felt like I was experiencing it as well. Good luck in the contest.
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Oh bro this is so heartfelt and sad. But I am so so glad that you have been able to continue healiong over the years. So many parents just don't realise the damage they do!
Amazing metaphors in this, as always. Best wishes with this.
gaylene
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Holy Moly Bubs! What a read! This is incredible! I was riveted to my seat/and monitor! Wow! Lots of powerful emotions in this one!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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a wonderful poem full of great depth and powerful emotions good luck inthe contest*maralisa
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This is an excellent write from you here and I really enjoyed this read! You really put some intense feeling into this one and I wish you luck hon
Didn’t happen over night,
still at times have to excavate
part of my talents and self worth from that graveyard,
forgiveness a process of resurrection
of the being they never accept
and embracing that their lies
didn’t have to become the death of my future.
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