Good Afternoon,
I write this poem with a heavy heart, knowing I was failed and have failed due to depression. Nothing is an insurmountable brick wall and acceptance is the first part of healing.
The Velvet Glove
When memories return
Trickle through the cracks of my resolve
Then painful confusion
As they all start to stir... revolve
Those punishments you deemed as fit to deliver
Haunt the child in me and she begins to quiver
Observing my siblings, baring your wrath
No memories now of the sound of your laugh
The coldness in your eyes, the darkness in your heart
Brings childhood dreams of which I can't depart
These thoughts that provoke a repulsion in me
Of a person I disliked and will never strive to be
Wishes then sent to my lord above
Were of you donning a velvet glove!
As I child I could have never known
Back then you sat, on depressions 'Grimm' throne.
By Helen Stallard
March 18, 2014
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