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Rated: E · Poetry · Women's · #1375000
A child and mother trust and then are abused by a cruel man.
I cower, cover tender ears,
still the thunderbolt noise breaks through all.
Ma shelters me, I feel her tremble in fear.
His lightening splits flesh, bones, walls.

Bravely we ride the storm,
in our vessel with holes.
Ma whispers,"we're alive and warm."
Small victory for frightened souls.

Angels should teach voice lessons.
Words hurt more than a fist.
Ma says God tells us to obey,
I think love should be first on His list.

I am a good girl, do what I am told,
why do you hurt me? I will listen and hear.
He says, "Sorry, I love you".
Doesn't make bruises disappear.

The day will come, I will flee.
I tell Ma, but her frightened feet
root to Mother Earth, like a tree.
Hard to run when you get beat.

One day, Ma's body might just fade away.
If she hadn't been broken for so long,
Ma might say, "have purpose, don't stay.
Keep your mind sharp, faith strong."

The next time mean voices turn to me,
like Mercury, his magical winged feet,
I will not hide. I can flee.
No evil monster will tear, pummel or kill me.

I have learned hard lessons.
That mean only climbs so high.
As I leave violent storms behind,
a rainbow of promises paint a free sky.



By Kathie Stehr
edited June 17, 2020
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