Father Figure
You were meant to be a man
The sheltering canopy, shade,
Keep the bitter sun away, and
Meant to hold me, when scared
He who clasps my tiny hand
Pats my head, or tweaks my nose,
Meant to be, a father figure,
Watch over me as time goes
And instead you crushed the rose
Snipped the bud and snapped the stem,
Barred the gates for laughs to flow,
Broke the star of Bethlehem
Made the world a bleaker place
Painted, doused in grays and black
And if a hint of light showed,
Bolted the barred curtain back.
And I saw me through your eyes
Twisted, ugly and malformed
Let you demolish my being
And in that inferno, I formed
It was you who sowed the seed
That grew thorns, but all for you
In the furling, blooming years,
Threw the buds and kept it cruel
So you sowed and so you reap,
I am built of brambles, pain,
I run through with poison, hate,
All your loss is what you gained
All for you, my father figure,
Undeserved of eulogy
From you was my black current
That will be your elegy
I bury you in the shadow
In the lost, never began
Write you in a dead language,
Scripted in forgotten hands..
All the sneers, the mocking spite
All the torture that befell
I will watch it pull you down
Through the accursed gates of Hell.
And for that, my tale to tell,
Ends in hope, of coming peace
Kept trapped in a hollow shell,
I will fly to blessed release.
©CM
08.01.2013
To everyone who’s still in an abusive situation, you will get out. To everyone who’s made it to the other side.. You’re a survivor. There is no one stronger than you.
Domestic abuse is yet another form of bullying. Except that this time, it doesn’t come from a random stranger who stuffs you in your locker for your lunch money. Or that girl who makes you do her homework. No, when it happens at home, it hurts just that much more.. Because these are the people who are supposed to love you, aren’t they?
And yet this happens. People incapable of loving themselves don’t find it in them to raise their children with love. And the cycle perpetuates.
It doesn’t have to, though. There’s only so long that someone can subdue or oppress you. Either you or someone who loves you, will find the escape route… While the culprit remains trapped in the empty rooms of their mind, where they find that the person they hated and wanted to drive away, was really themselves. And if you hang on with tenacity born of survival, you’ll find that way. Keep fighting. Fight for yourself. For your heart, for your sanity, for you own life and you.
Because you will get out. You will make it to the other side. You’ll live and laugh and love. No matter what happens. You’ll be free.
And you will survive.
Love and light,
Cookie ❤
CALLIOPE'S LYRE 