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Bravery comes in many ways...This is mine!Abuse… I have written a lot of abuse poems, And I have to say it now, and tell it true, I have walked many a walk in this topic, Hence the reason I can pour my feelings through! So the poems I write are abuse of others, But really, I have to finally admit, All my childhood I was abused… Beaten over and over, hit after hit! You see, my father was a nice man, Helped everyone that he ever could, Do anything that he could to make things better, Just as any decent person should. But my father had such violence in him, A temper second to none, that's true! And when he lost it, oh dear me… I would be the one who was black and blue! Now I've never said this outright before, Because of my siblings, I didn't want to cause hurt, But now, well now it's a whole new ball game! And now the truth I am about to blurt! I am at the point in my life now…thinking, Why should I keep my mouth shut tight? And why should I keep my secrets to myself, And bring them forth in the dark of night? ***No more, no, no more… my time is now*** You see, he beat me to within an inch of my life, On one occasion, I don't know how I survived, And only for my fathers sister saving me, That is the night that this child would have died!! I was sweet 15 and the dog jumped at me, I got a fright, and I shouted out; ‘piss…' And that's as far as I got that night… For my fathers punches never did miss! He threw me over the piano, Then as I fell forward he threw me on the floor, Sat on my torso to bind me tight, While he punched and punched some more! My face was black and blue all over! And my pain was really out of sight! So my aunty who was there; grabbed me, And we ran through the dark of night! For weeks I stayed off school! I was black and blue all over! How could that be explained away? Nope, my life was no bed of clover! And of course, that was only one, For throughout my life there were many more! Always he would flip in a second… And I'd be the one ending up beaten on the floor! And I never told you know, I didn't, Not my brothers, aunts, anyone! Cos had I tried, then he would have for sure… Finished me off for telling that one! ***But one day while chatting with my mum*** I was about 46 years old when I told my mum, We'd got chatting about this particular aunt, When mum said something about telling things, I stood up for her and did recount!! I told mum she isn't one to tittle tattle, Cos she never told a soul about that night with dad! Then mum on the other end of the phone… Said; ‘why, what happened?' And that made me sad! I thought she knew, how could she not? When she went to the bingo that night, I was at home; school was next day! Next morning, of me, there was no sight!! She never questioned why I was gone! Never asked why I wasn't at home! Just assumed that I was staying with my aunt, She didn't ask, and didn't even phone! So I recounted that night with vividness, And I heard her cry on the phone… She said she didn't know about it, And I asked why she thought I wasn't at home! She thought that I was babysitting, As often I used to do, I admit, But I was there for weeks on end! And she never even questioned it! And she told me she dared not say a word, For that would enrage him even more, So she kept quiet and watched him beat me, As he threw me across the floor! Her words to me were, and I'll never forget; ‘Had I tell him to stop he would have killed you! He punched you like he'd punch a man! And there was nothing I could do!' So that was sadly, my childhood… The beatings went on until I was 19! Then I married and he never touched me again, It was the end of a nightmarish dream! …And I was a victim once again… …But… This time it's my son who's the bully! Well, ok, I'm not ‘victim' but victor!!! Because I will always prevail!!! And he will pay the price!! Beware of the choices you make! For you will reap your reward well!!! I hope he reaps all he has sown! 10 Fold and more!!! I disown him! I deny him as my son! I am ashamed of him! I abhor him! He is as evil is, the devil is he!!! But thats another story!! Next poem! Boy this is liberating!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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