I am the one who stares back at my fright
With blood-red eyes and a tear down the right
I am the one whose shaky voice whispers a name
Through quivering lips choking back the same
I am the one with nowhere sure to run
My teenage feet as heavy as my soul:
I am the one….
Sometimes I wonder if it could have been different
Or perhaps it was destiny’s craft to bite like a serpent
If dad had been satisfied with the water from his well
If mom had not spit out fire too great to quell
I wonder if they could have started again all over
Forecasting, forgiving, forgetting;
Sometimes I wonder….
I remember the night he slashed my crown
A hand glided up my shin and into my gown
While the other was swift to quash my tide
A third hand felt, rummaged and chafed my pride
I remember his grouse as he denied my scar
This lost little lady left abased;
I remember….
I wish they had loved me enough to stay
Then I would not have been an easy prey
And needed not tremble at the midnight hour
Or this image staring hatefully from my mirror
Now my dreams these nightmares tarnish
I wish I could wish all this away;
I wish…
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