Sunday, February 16, 2014

mom's gift

9/23/2002

duck your head and hide your face
the blows come fast and hard
it doesn’t matter why they come
for there’s never time to run
fists full of hair and shoes on the back
full of fire the rage just rains down
the fire of hatred and hailstones of pain
scattering shards of a shattered heart
while venomous words blow them further away
til one day there’s no more to be broken
leaving only the shadowy vacuous eyes
and the sounds of the still beating heart