~ Hat ~
I remember lying there
feeling like death,
as so many of us do
wanting to escape my body,
I remember turning my head
and staring at the white wall
my eyes burning through it
with intensity, trying to get away
I couldn't stand to look at him
the expression on his face
and the message in his eyes,
trying to escape
from the feeling of him
`INSIDE' ME,
All my mind could see was you
sitting alone in a half-lit room
where I left you,
the night I wanted to...
climb on the couch
squeeze in behind you
wear you like a shield,
knowing then, nothing could
happen to me;
Protection I thought I was so close
to landing but in the end
protection I'd never be understanding,
For it was right
just then in what felt like
the blink of an eye,
There I was, in a room
I was unable to escape
Face to Face
with "his" stranger
consumed by his rage
and jealousy over you,
I was dumb enough to hope
that you might have known
I was in trouble,
There was nothing I could do
as soon as he touched me
What I hoped to know was gone,
by then we had traveled to far
and I could no longer turn
to your embrace,
and you could no longer be
the knight of my dreams
or a witness, in the story
to my life's plight
in all the rest of the days
I spent in silence
a part of you and your family's life!
(Jennifer Culleton Park)
I new not to fight
that only makes things worse,
they don't stop until there done
the light in my life dwindled
my mind and heart fell sick,
and I worsened in my
disassociative disorder,
I walked around "BLUE"
`Nummer'
adding this to what
I had already been through,
I believed in your fairytale
Love is blind
I was kind,
I loved the family
that I was surrounded in,
and why needles became my best friend,
I know better now
when I think about
what I could have been saved from
living through,
If you had been there when I returned,
when part of me remembers
wanting to tell,
but
would you have believed me
the night I meant to be right back
the night I left the hat?
It has taken me many years
to learn how to fight
to get well,
and I know that even today
my journey is far from over,
as I confess
and contest,
to the history
of
Family Incest!
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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