Monsters in Sight

one word
one explanation
heard in background
sudden realization
submerged under water
cringe worthy
shy away
why now
what memories
no matter
voices screaming
in head
turn away
shield eyes
never learn the truth
easier to stay blind
it hurts less
it means less
when nothing is searched for.
Child scared
looking to hurt self
any way one can
to forget the pain
to forget
that no one loved her enough
that no one cared enough
to protect her from the monsters
hiding beneath her bed.
©Jan. 1/21
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Happy Father’s Day

***I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I finally came to terms with what had happened to me. Be aware that this can be a trigger poem.***

All around the world
from east to west
children celebrate their fathers
while I wish you dead.
you already are….
dead that is
although you haunt my nights
you haunt my memories
terrorizing me still.
Creeping and scurrying
hoping that none see
you stole my childhood
when all trusted you
to keep me sheltered.
I seriously cannot account
for the hatred that I feel
I would rather stab you in the heart
than acknowledge you as my procreator.
Did you think that I would fear
the gates of hell?
Did you think that I would not dance with the devil
if only to watch you burn?
It turns out
that I am capable of murder
for all the troubles you did cause
I have been promised
that when I arrive in Hell
I will be your tormentor
as you have been mine.
©June 17/18
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