ToolA Poem by Marie HarrisonA message of angst- Tool - Wrench, hammer, glue I’m was your tool Your personal wedge Lodged between you And your beloved A jack-in-the-box Your constant source of Folly and amusement Telling my secrets To your friends and
family Showing them My private pictures For attention and laughs You stole from me Hurt me Made a fool of me You used me As your sponge To absorb all of the
wrongs You faced in childhood As your sounding board You forced your rage on
me Wishing that I had Never come to be But I refuse to be a fool Your Tool any longer Because I’m your daughter I have your blue eyes, Skin that is fair And blonde hair I'm the one you rarely
nurtured The child that you
ignored The one you resented Still I need Your attention, your love How I long to be Nurtured by you But that narrow window of Time has passed On my own I have to learn How to live How to make My way in the world How to earn my day’s pay To say what I need to say To express what emotions That I need to express Now I’m ready To be heard By you No longer Am I counting On you to be the Mother I needed You scared me You confused me You scratched And abused me I’m always hurt by you I don’t trust you anymore I’m letting go now Taking myself out Of your tool box forever Go find someone Else to use and abuse! © 2011 Marie HarrisonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2011 Last Updated on August 18, 2011 Tags: Tools, Being Used, Abuse, Angst, Healing AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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