20/20

Looking back

it is easy to see

as they say

hindsight is 20/20.

I delighted in fire

flame

burning debris

still wonder

how I did not burn that place down?

Vicious words

pelting down

tearing

rending

piercing

exposed flesh.

I need time

time to adjust

to come to terms

with yet another aspect

of my past

my history.

Rage

inferior

tagged to be little

never was I important enough.

Looking back

I can finally see

veil torn from my eyes

the monster before me.

There was no love.

There was no pride in me.

I was superfluous

an afterthought

a child weaned on fear

disgrace

disregard

left to herself

her own care.

Heart torn

rent

beaten flat

left to defend

shield

armor myself

for yet another blow

another hit

another hurricane

blowing me apart.

Sept. 25/18

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash