It's very quiet as I lay here in my bed.
On nights like this one,
The memories start invading my head.
I grab some paper and a pen,
Sit down and try to write
About these feelings I have within.
I don't know where to start.
How on earth could a father
Choose to scar his child's heart?
Oh, I remember those nights,
Your alcohol breath on my neck,
The fear, anguish, and fright.
Your shadow on the wall,
Going up and down, up and down,
As I feel my tears fall.
There's something I want you to know.
You did scar my heart
But you didn't take my soul.
Its taken me many years,
To remove the fear from the memories
And stop all of the painful tears.
God finally opened a door for me,
A door to a bright new world,
A beautiful world called poetry.
I started to write and found Him.
He relit the light in my soul
And I feel reborn again.
Through Him, His Love, and poetry,
I have regained my strength.
Now, you truly are just a memory.
You have lost control at last.
I'll move forward towards my dreams,
No longer afraid to remember my past.
J.A.L.
5\2000
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By Goodnesslady
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