Memories of the past
Kill me,
Happy memories buried within the bad
Cause my heart to cry tears of longing
For what I never again
Will have.
Did I not know
How lucky I was?
Even with my fighting, angry parents
Whose temper I would flare so often,
On many more occasions than one
Even though I tried so hard not to get them mad.
Causing them to take their anger
Out on me.
What they did
Caused fear to build,
Fear of them.
I flinched when they walked towards me
A little too fast
And they just laughed
At what a scared child I was.
Did they know that when I ran from them
I was absolutely terrified
As I locked my door and they banged on and on
I was so scared and frightened
And alone?
Yet, I would give anything
In the entire world
To be that scared child again
Where hands not words hurt me
And where I was not this weak,
Withering soul.
Whose light is dim
And flickers
When the words plummet against me,
With tears escaping from
My weak, dim soul.
Why do we never realize
How lucky and happy we are
Until it is
Too late?
