Showed the way home
With a fist of unrelenting kindness
Promised happiness
Open the door
Smile resting on my face, walk in
Close the door
Time stops ticking
The world stops spinning
But I keep ticking
Tiptoe to the kitchen
My mother's pathetic body lays in a heap
On that cold wood floor, aganist the kitchen counter
Holding herself meekly
Bills, paint the counter
Look at the dark circles, and tear stains on her face
Realize the breakdown I missed
Grip the cold counter top
Force myself to remain upright
Mustn't let myself fall apart
Grab the weights
That rest atop my mother's crumpled body
And place them upon my own
Pain settles into my shoulders permanently almost instantly
I wince, my eyes close before I can stop them as the pain overwhelms me
The weights meld into my bones and mind, becoming a part of me
Tears rolled down my face that time
But after that
I never let them come again
Time ticked again
The world spun again
But I had begun to stop ticking
YOU ARE READING
Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
