Bouncing up and down
Felt like soaring in the sky
I jumped on the trampoline
While father got real high
On this day he flew
Higher than a kite
His mind subdued
Hazy with the miller lite
Mother tried to ask a favor
Told him "it would be no labor"
He didn't seem to favor
But the violence would come later
I took a jump wrong
Fell on my fragile ankle
Twisted and no longer strong
Father carried me from the scene
Ice pack compressed the swell
After I was settled in
The conversation was beckoned
Of the favor needed done
That father rejected
He roared at mother
Lifted her body in the air
Threw her onto the floor
Ripped out chunks of her long hair
Bruises decorated her frail skin
Sister tried to jump in
Father shoved her to distance
His voice rocked the foundation
Next morning was a mess
He pulled the phone service
Took mother's personal addresses
And held my sister in air suspense
Mother snuck in brother's room
Dialed the emergency tune
Sidetracked father 'til his doom
When police swooped him out of view
The battle wasn't over
The war just begun
After the resolution
Things were ever more spun
Father restrained from our connection
But he spied and stalked
He went against court orders
Just so mother and him could "talk"
Bills left unpaid
There was no income
There were promises made
For father's child support
Not one check came
No gas to heat the oven
No AC, it was broken
Cold showers
Microwave dinners
Seven dollars an hour
State helped at the minimum
So she would let him in
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My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
