Knife
By MwsR
An old familiar song playing on the radio
makes me recall things that I had forgotten.
Like a bad odor lets you know something has become rotten.
Stares from recognizable faces
That look sudden, then turn away
Takes me back again into those childhood days.
Words with strong deliverance and demeanor
Those are the ones that I remember the most.
Just like a parasite that infects its host.
Nothing like those pain filled days
Where my last choice was just to leave.
I felt like a prisoner just granted a reprieve.
In one childhood I was made
In those minutes, hours, and days
I found time slowly pays.
If in this life all you are is based on the actions of others,
You will never really have a life.
Don’t let your memories be the knife.
Scared
By MwsR
You held the power once,
The very thing I needed you could not give me.
The power you had was something nightmares were written about.
It’s like you were possessed, definitely obsessed.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…
I was absolutely scared of you back then.
Each weekend went the same
You were out to assert your will.
I was an unwilling participant, but it did not matter.
The hurt, the doubt, you cast my way, it crippled me.
It showed me how in my adult world, not to be.
The effort you put into being a bad person should have clued you in…
I used to be absolutely scared of you back then.
Now it seems life has reinvented itself for me.
I am loved by some and that seems to keep me above the pull of your memories.
I receive the love I dreamed of, to have from you back then.
Stronger, I am.
Hurt, I’ll always have.
The effort took for me to be a good person, now, should clue you in…
I am not scared of you anymore, but perhaps you are the one who’s scared, now.
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