Push and Shove

This is the first poem I've written in a while. I don't know what inspired it exactly, but it just sort of came out. Let me know what you think, thanks.

Push and shove
In places
Where it shouldn't be
In ways
That it shouldn't be
Innocence of a young girl
Taken
Only eight years old
And felt so ashamed
Threats
Can't tell or he'll hurt them too

Push and shove
In what should be
A safe place
Maybe not
A safe place
The eyes of teachers
They look
They turn away
It's only a game
Threats
Can't tell or it will be worse tomorrow

Push and shove
Hey, Mom
Put down the bottle
Dad, please
Working again
No one to play protector
Pain
But then they say
Words can't hurt
Threats
Only one more year until eighteen

Push and shove
But love
Isn't it worth it?
Baby girl
Isn't it worth it?
Shouldn't grow up without a father
Forgive
He brings flowers
And says sorry
Threats
But it's only because he's tired

Pushed and shoved
Into a rut
Can't get out
No.
Break the pattern
Strength is yours
Here
Take it
Use it

Push and shove
The bad
Let it leave
The pain
Needs not be suffering
Your inner workings of greatness
Free it
Allow it room it needs
To grow, to mature
Time
The only difference between an old yesterday
And a new tomorrow

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even after years of abuse, physical and mental....perhaps there is a chance the pain can be of the past, and there can be a new tomorrow...rarely, but his poem says it could happen,
j.

[Jacob Clifford]

So deep. The suffering and shame is evident. Such a dark and terrible thing. I very much like how the struggle ends on a hopeful note, very fitting on this time of year.

[Morgan Yai]

I always try to have my stories or poems reflect that hope that I wish to imitate myself, though sometimes it's hard. Thank you for reading, Clifford. :)