Hi everyone. At Len's suggestion, I am posting this poem for feedback. Thanks so much for taking the time to read it!
I hope you are all having a nice weekend
If only I had known
How tough it would be
to be jump-started daily
by a vacuum cleaner hose
Cracked over my legs
And Mom’s shrill tones
Frantic, I fall out of bed
still shaking and sweating
ice from being locked up
Alone, last night in the attic.
Hope crystallizes and evaporates
I love yous and hugs do not exist
Only the verbal machete, punctuated
by blows from my own baseball bat.
While somewhere, laughter echoes from
A joke only I could not grasp.
At school, peer pressure dealt me
another nerve-grating punch
Piercing and curious eyes surveyed me
But I said nothing, so they did not see.
I was left fated to search faces
for warmth, compassion,
Or the answer to Why?
I have no idea
what I have done
Or how to alter my face,
Voice, laugh, cheekbones,
Interests and friends –
Everything you despise.
If only I had known how
Hard living this life would be.
Terry Gibson 2012.
This poem is a true story and was originally entitled “Fourteen” for my age at the time. Which title do you like better?