For All I Can Remember...

3. At The End Of My Rope

Dear mom,

I fell

But you struck

A fist hard on my back

A few smacks in the face

And you were done

And I guess it wasn't much

But through the night I curled up in a ball

And I cried,

I cried and cried and cried

How could you do that?

I tried to be quiet

And good

And kind

But you were at the end of your rope

And it happened

I see why

Dear mom,

I know I said it a hundred times

But you weren't listening

As usual...

So I yelled it angrily

It echoed off the four tiny walls

And you turned around

And your fist pounded hard into my back

A few smacks to the face

I cried the rest of the day

But you were at the end of your rope

And it happens to us all

I see why

Dearest mother,

As I stand here

Trembling

With blood running down my legs

The metallic smell stinging my nostrils

And the worthlessness I feel

You were at the end of your rope

It didn't have to happen

Suddenly...

I don't feel so forgiving anymore

xx

Jan. 3. 2015 /// 3:39 AM