Facing the truth

My father, has not been an easy man, and nor did he have the best childhood, yet even that that does not justify his actions by any means. It is what it is, and or was, and up to now, he keeps denying

How I wish to wash away

all those awful memories,

that have stayed in my head.

Some I did forget and cannot 

remember much of them, but 

others still come up, from time 

to time and haunt me.

You keep saying, its only your

imagination!  You see what you want to 

see to lay the blame on me!

Yet, how can it be, if I know what I saw

as true?

So many memories, that have come and gone,

and stabbed my heart, leaving it crushed.

Imagination, I have, that I am sure, but

why would I want to make this up?

So many dreams and memories, that come 

out at night, and tackle my soul!

Like that one time, you almost killed her, 

or was it more than once that you had already tried;

Perhaps so, I am not sure, but I do recall this 

frightful time.

Your hands around her frail neck, pressing and showing against 

her windpipe, how she pleaded I go away, but how could

I just walk away?

So I grabbed a knife and threatened to stab, but you knocked it

out and said I would be next!

Your eyes were red, I could see the veins, as you strained to kill

the woman you loved dearly.

And finally I left but not too far, just in case, to call the police,

yet you knew how far to go, and let her go, and she lived to tell the 

tale, but she made sure I hushed.

Other times, in which she would have a bruise here or there, and say,

I fell.  At first I would believe but later I would learn

the horrible truth, of just how awful you really were.

So I plead once again, for you to see, that 

my imagination is one thing, but this is the truth.

Not a lie, or made up scene, for my heart tends to speed 

up, as I remember the scenes.

In the end, it seems that you will never admit or face

the truth, that indeed you are the most vile creature,

that has lived on this earth.

And now in your broken state of mind, I wonder, if maybe

now is the time, in which you will awake only to find

that that which you denied, was never a lie.

Reviews

[Tbear]

Powerful..painful..blaring truth and memory..causes one to ride with the words..hoping for perhaps a reckoning..oh how real this horrid situation..I want to reach through to throttle the person that caused so much pain in the victims lives...write on...

[Maria]

Thanks truly appreciate your input. Will do

[Jacob Clifford]

Very powerful reflection. I can't understand why people do these sorts of things to anyone, much less their family. These childhood terrors leaves livelong scars on the victims. Such a deep, terrible topic.

[Maria]

Yes very true indeed