I cowered curled hiding behind the couch
I was a child when you began ravaging my haven
The gallery for the pictures that I drew
They’d been hung with love and wonder
But you didn’t care if they became your casualties
You were hungry looking for your next feast
Searching for demonic bottle or the ransom to barter for it
I heard raised voices,
the loudness ,
the screams ,
the shouts of your demands
it was violent noise
I screwed my eyes so tight, as if the dark would plunge me into another land
But it didn’t , then came the slap,
I heard it ricochet off her skin
I knew I had to come from behind my parapet
Like David you were my Goliath
I stood before you my creator
I would not allow my habour of love be destroyed by you
I did not need stones to break you
A look into your eyes, into your soul is all it took
I witness the demons leave
With a fall to the knees you cried
Whilst my mother held you
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland.
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Powerful stuff here, and staight from the heart…
It’s been plaguing me again , I needed the release.
i can feel the tiny strength you had…I bet it has grown.
It has through love ,compassion and forgiveness , that’s real test of strength.