No More…

Still feeling the pain of younger days, unable to forget,

not wanting to be like the man, this action I deny.

A child’s path forged from fear and avoiding bloodshed,

not from love and desire for good.

This parent will not inflict such measure,

response to love a chance to take.

The act of defiance too much to miss,

Daddy painted in a corner.

Understanding evades, one last appeal,

No return, discipline a must.

Wooden spoon in hand, her eyes enlarge,

my heart sinks, a swat echos, the deed done.

She looks with surprise, reminding me it’s alright,

Sadness at what’s occurred.

Fear of what I’ve become.

The spoon is broken, a pledge made,

Off I wander for a place to be alone

And cry.


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