Maybe

Dedicated.. To a close friend.

Maybe

As I walked through this door

I heard not one sound in the house

I thought maybe I’d get away tonight

Without worrying where to hide

But I was wrong...

As I walk down this hallway

As glad as I could be

As I opened the kitchen door

You loudly popped out at me

Yells went around, hits got thrown

One of us was standing

And one of us was down

I don’t say anything

I just lay here crying

To weak to even speak

Waiting for daddy to come home

But he’s not.

So while you’re hitting me

I’m thinking...

Maybe it’s to teach me a lesson

Maybe to show me the pain you feel

Or maybe because you’re too heartless to realize

So as I hold my breath

Wishing to fade away

I know you did this for a reason

That maybe I’ll understand someday

But until then mommy

As you fight me

To only see me not fighting back

I hope you learn

that abusiveness..

Can only make you lose everything

That ever tried to love you

So maybe mommy

As you’re standing

Over my casket

You're thinking

Maybe I shouldn’t have..

But I’ll never know

What you think mommy.

So coming from your little girl

I forgive.

Adapted and edited from:

http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/teen/poetry.asp?poem=18286

Where is When?

"The Day is words and rage.

The Day is order, earth and gold.

It is the philosophers in their cities;

It is the map-makers in their wastelands.

It is roads and milestones,

It is panic, laughter and sobriety;

White, and all enumerated things.

It is flesh; it is revenge; it is visibility.

The Night is blue and black.

The Night is silence, poetry and love.

It is the dancers in their grove of bones,

It is all transforming things.

It is fate, it is freedom.

It is masks and silver and ambiguity.

It is blood, it is forgiveness;

It is the invisible music of instinct."

 -- Fasher Demerondo

The Division of the Hours